The dragon smith continues to bang away as he forges weapon after weapon. Beside him are a array of fine crafted weaponery. From bows and arrows to deadly great swords. His moving forge has everything that a warrior could want. Light and heavy armor lie on hangers above the dragon. The creature wipes its forehead with a cloth, before getting back to work. Thirsty the dragon seizes a barrel of cold water and downs it in a second.<br/>"Ahh, thats better," Vandrael says, before returning to his work.<br/>Great axes and clubs lay on secure racks, while flails and maces are yet to be shelved. A grand display of his latest staves are lain out on the table. Then he takes the swords that he has made and lays them across another table.<br/>"Need to get ready for the crowd that I can sense is coming in this direction," Vandrael exclaims wiping his brow with a cloth again as the workload that he has placed on himself begins to take its toll.