Anput PoV
Setting the hammer down, I took a deep breath and looked at the finished weapon resting on the anvil, its surface gradually losing that orange luster as the heat dissipated away from the metal inside the surprisingly cool forge.
The reason the forge was as comfortable as it was was currently sitting behind me on a stool, her warm amber eyes following me around as I did my work and prepared something else for her to enchant with her increasingly impressive skills.
Her spell was keeping the air flowing and circulating in a way that would keep me feeling comfortable whilst the forge remained hot, while the moisture that usually pervaded the air was lessened, making this an even better forging session then I was accustomed to.
