Taking the work in his hands, Gherron studied it intently, his sharp eye for these things picking out a few knots here and there. Instead of pointing them out, however, he simply praised the girl. "It's perfect! Good job Nala. Now just make the leggings and we're good. I'll start with the songsteel." handin it back to her, he turned around, donned a helmet with shield, and faced the bright, blazing furnace. Dropping the metal inside, he waited a minute for it to begin melting. While the metal churned inside, he began working on the molds for the plates. He was lost in his own little world now, as he usually was whenever he tackled his own projects.
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