Jody
"Rare metals huh. Wonder if those rare metals could be useful in making some new gear." *Mox picks up the pace to follow Circine, now interested in seeing just exactly what they were talking about with these rare metals. That is till he notices the door and stops short of it.* "Huh. Never thought I'd see something like this in a workshop, usually these are for keeping enemies out."
Craig
"Oh, them doors? We have a lot ah' volatile materials n' here. So it's more of a blast door - if that makes sense."
*The journeyman explained with a nervous chuckle, side-eyeing a pair of his cohorts, carefully moving a glowing molten blade from an anvil to the quenching basin.*
Rebecca
*Circine laughed along, pushing open the door with a heave as the huge thing's joints creaked, the room beyond seeming to be a small office - nothing fancy, with the bare minimum for an office to function - with a few similar metal doors leading off on the other two walls. The last wall had a large window, providing the only source of light directly onto the desk. Beside the darkwood desk, a small, stout, bearded man was fumbling with a burlap backpack, his tough build grumbling quietly as he moved things strewn across the floor into the bag. 

The centaur approached slowly, knowing how loud his trots could be, even on the thin carpet. He raised a hand in greeting, and spoke in a far less commanding voice than before.*
"Sir smith? I was directed here by one of your apprentices, are you busy?"