She blushes at his comment, barely noticeable, with her red skin and scales, though she gives him a bit of a glare. "I don't intend to do any work, this week. Not to mention, even if they're widely considered the best forges in the planes, they pale in comparison to the tools I have available, here. The ability to adjust the flames by speaking? Unbelievable. Saves hours of work. In fact, if it weren't for that, I'd never even be<em>able</em>to craft half the things I do; the slight variances in heat in a real fire, even just between bellows blasts, would ruin the fine work."<br/><br/>The oppressive heat of the Plane of Fire is actually somewhat lessened, at least on the outskirts of the City of Brass. Within the city's main structures, though, the brass would trap and amplify the natural heat, making it unbearable without protection, though on the outer edges, mortals can live, albeit uncomfortably, in the constant, 120+ degree heat. Most of the inhabitants don't pay them any mind, and Draiss will notice a number of other dragon-blooded mortals, focused almost exclusively on the fire-themed dragons, a much higher population than anywhere else Draiss has seen in the planes, though the several dragons, red and gold, soaring around the upper towers likely explain that discrepancy.<br/><br/>Saarisi looks quite pleased to be home, even if she hasn't been here for well over three decades, since being taken by Tiamat's forces, in the Elsir Vale. "So, was there anything in particular you wanted to see?"