The blacksmith's shop stood in direct view, the sounds of hammer against steel ringing clear as day. The young Calishite stroked his chin, pondering a thought. 'Perhaps learning a new skill might help to lighten the burden of my studies.'
Later in the evening, he had begun practicing on simple patterns to gain a basic understanding of the craft. He seemed quite pleased with his work and decided that he had enough for one day. Leaving aside the apron he had been using - which was covered in soot and scrapings - he said his farewells for now and headed over to the Regal Griffon for some relaxation.