“Not one whit! Now come, come, what can I help you with?” Henri beckoned Handy into the forge room. Handy hesitated for just a second before swallowing slightly and following into the room of burning hot molten death. Jacques and Tanismore meanwhile hung back in the shop, talking to the apprentices and browsing wares respectively. “So good to see you, sir, you’re looking… Well, I wouldn’t say well.”