Kragr the Giant
Having finally finished a submission for a customer, Kragr gained some downtime for a couple of hours. Now, there was always something he could work on, on his Titan as he could always run tests or maintenance on it for the heck of it. However, as he placed his forge hammer back down on the anvil, Kragr reminded himself that he still hadn't visited his foundling or more correctly, adoptive daughter more or less. It wasn't a hard decision to make after all as he grabbed his helmet, connected it to the belt and turned to one of the few people from Kragr's original clan. "Going to visit Shai, keep the forge hot while I'm gone" stated the giant of a man as he went for the exit of the workshop.
"Took you long enough, say hi from the rest of us" teased one of the others in the workshop with Kragr.
"Yeah yeah, try not to burn those hands of yours" waved Kragr over his shoulder and disappeared out into the Halls of the Forgemasters. A truly massive hall with equally massive furnaces and forges alike. It seemed to be quite busy for the moment, whirling with fellow Mandalorians gathering around the many anvils either to put in a request or work something themselves. Kragr even saw a couple of outsiders of non-Mandalorians filling the masses which could give credit to how big the Enclave had become.
Having to actually track down his daughter's workshop, Maji Ironworks, HA, fitting name little one, Kragr didn't have to search long before he came face to face with a very large sign, stating clearly in large letters - Maji Ironworks. A proud smile spread behind the busy but wild fiery beard, "you always were a busy bee, huh."
Nearing the front of the workshop Kragr could clearly see a buzz of attention as customers seemed to come and go, bringing out some kind of trademarked weapon or gear of some kind. Upon entering the workshop itself, his eyes scanned the interior and found everything a buyer could want, however, he didn't see the one individual he came to find but he could guess she was working.
With a roar of a voice, Kragr loudly called out, giving the nearest customers an out-of-nowhere jumpscare, letting his voice reach every corner of the workshop. "WHAT A LOAD OF JUNK, MY LEFT NUTSACK COULD PRODUCE BETTER QUALITY!!"
Of course, it was of purely good heart teasing from Kragr's side as he meant nothing of the words, but he knew it would get a rise out of his feisty and temperamental daughter and get her's attention.