"Can we see the process?" Savine asked.
"I'm afraid yer pretty dresses and blouses will turn black as a coalminer's wife. Moreover, it's gonna be hot as hell in there."
Savine shrugged. "Don't worry about us."
The blacksmith sighed and beckoned them. He normally probably didn't allow people inside, but since it was a magic tool, he needed to make some concessions. He went into the shared house with the furnace and shouted.
"Yuri! What's got you stuck in there for so long?"
A youth of about 18 was inside, hammering a longsword.
"It's the… Nothing!" he shouted, putting the sword away.
The blacksmith stared at Yuri and the sword he put away, but sensing the three ladies behind him, he didn't start berating the kid.
"Finish it later! I've something to do in there. Get out!"
Yuri went running and the blacksmith glared at the red hot longsword. He chucked it into the water without care and scoffed under his breath.
