As he was left to his devices, Hiro put every negative thought at the back of his mind. He didn't want it affecting his relationship with the steel that was beginning to take shape on the steel table. So he kept them at bay, far away.
His attention was entirely on what he was crafting. He didn't even know how many weapons he'd crafted so far, his shop was littered with metal. From weapons to armour, even concoctions.
The warmth the room exuded was something he took comfort in. He remembered the first time he walked into a craftsman's shop, he could barely breathe. Now, the hotter the better it was for him.
He loved the shop he had in their base. It was far better than his master's, as better as it was, it didn't make him as good as Rufian. That frustrated him greatly. He wished there was a way to go back to that small village, and continue craftsmanship under his tutelage.
