Clang! Clang! Clang!
Hammer against metal. Steel against steel. An eighty-percent-constructed smithy with the unmistakable smell of molten steel and heated charcoal. The Turkish mountain of a man known as Husnü with thick, muscular arms seemed softer when he worked. He was bent over an anvil, shaping a glowing bar of steel. Around him, the forge was in organized chaos: crates of raw ore, stacks of freshly cut lumber for fuel, and barrels of quenching oil lined the walls.
'Nice, nice.'
