[The Flame and Claw is, well, a forge and blacksmithy. And while it is like seventy percent what one would expect for the fantasy time period, Red Son has made improvements over time, between Wishes and his own hand.]

[Proper ventilation fans, for one.]

[Tools and machines to help make some of the finer work easier.]

[But some things do have to be done by hand, and between Red Son's fireproof nature and strength beyond his smaller frame, he's good at it. There is clanging, and the roar of fire, only dying down as he hears the bell to the shop.]

[He looks up from the molten metal.] Ah, a customer! One moment!