Heating. Ore was dumped into the bellows. Elva began pumping a metal siphon on the side of the bellows. The air above the clay oven wavered and danced as the heat grew steadily. Vrael wiped his hands on a cloth tied around his waist, smearing charcoal on the fabric. He murmured a slight incantations and the flames of the bellows flickered to orange to blue and heat pulsed through the area, drying the sweat off his arms.<br/><br/>He sat at the opposite side of the bellows, and he too, began pumping another siphon. Elva stopped slightly and stood, shoveling in a load of charcoal dust. Embers flickered from the base of the bellows as she returned to the siphon. After what seemed like ages, the ore grew red and soft. They continued silently, pausing slightly before continuing. The ore did not melt, instead, it melding in with layer after layer of charcoal, which were constantly shoveled in.<br/><br/>Vrael wiped his eyes, clearing his vision for the twentieth time in the span of time, it was nearly dark and the steel production was now complete now was the time for the actual forging. Elva waved her hand and the flames extinguished. "Done. Are we going to start the separation of the steels today? Or would it be better to finish up tomorrow?"<br/><br/>Vrael pulled her to her feet and steered her in the direction of her cabin. "Not today, you are tired, go get some rest. I will finish it."<br/><br/>She grunted and wandered off towards a small wooden hut. Vrael muttered under his breath, "<span style="font-style: italic">Shatter,</span>" The clay oven broke apart, revealing the metal within. With additional incantations, Vrael brought it into the internal forge and broke the steel apart, and began organizing the steels accordingly. The softest, also the dullest were left in a corner, while the hardest steel and most reflective were dropped into a wooden bowl."<br/><br/>Footsteps approached, the grass swished and twigs cracked. Vrael did not pause in his work, though he glanced to the side to make sure that Tamerlain was still within easy reach.<br/><br/>"Sacred blacksmith. I have come for the armor I have requested two weeks ago."<br/><br/>Vrael stopped and walked over to the figure. Man or woman he could not tell. The man wore a silver mask which covered his eyes and over it a flowing hood. Vrael gestured to a bag, left on its own in a dim corner. "There it is." He stood and watched as the man pulled out piece by piece.<br/><br/>The figure returned the pieces gently into their bag. "Mind going through with me the aspects of this set I have asked for?"<br/><br/>"Full set, no chainmail, plate armor, enhanced mana conductivity, improved resistance to magical and physical damage... that is about it," Vrael collected the sack of coins from the man.<br/><br/>The man shouldered the pack and left without another word.