Ancalagon was ignoring the paladin, while the smith stared at the human woman for a moment, and said, with a smirk, "Whatever. You an adventurer?"<br/><br/>Not bothering to await an answer, like that said everything that needed to be said, he turned and moved to another section of the forge, where he had been working on a horse, getting it shoed. The dragontaur had returned his attention to the forge, pulling another bucket out with his bare hands and was pouring the liquid metal into a mold, making farming implements at the moment.