Ttang! Ttang! Ttang!
"And that's one down."
Landing the final hit on the item he was working on, Arcaelus wiped the sweat off his forehead as he placed his finished product to the side.
Admiring the shortsword he had forged for a bit, the man took in a deep breath before taking out a few items from his furnace, reminding himself that he was in a fight.
"I think that took about five hours or so," muttered Arcaelus to himself, proceeding to hammer out the item he had taken out.
"Taking into consideration slight breaks I might take and reduction in speed due to lack of sleep, I might be able to forge around 20 items or so."
Nodding in satisfaction at the figure he had come up with, Arcaelus put even more gusto into his strikes, each hit causing a sonorous clang to resound throughout the area.
While doing so, the man faintly reminisced over the past, allowing his body to move on its own as he delved into his own thoughts.
