It had been so long since she had met that buffoon, and she was almost used to him. Even so, she still had work to complete.

Her hammer struck against the blade she was crafting and the sound rang throughout the forge, and she sighed as she cooled it and set it to rest in the tempering oven. It would remain in there for a few hours now, so she could spend the time cleaning up. Knowing Angelo, he was likely drinking or gambling her money away again, greedy bastard...