What Rose mistook for an attentive apprentice was actually the wide-eyed alarmed look of a lad who shouldn't have been working the forge in his master's absence.  Not only that, but standing by and allowing a complete stranger to not only walk behind the counter but also use his mentor's tools.  He had been keeping close track of time in his mind as to how long he had before the smith's return and the woman worked until a much too large amount of that time was eaten away.  Once Rose finally did finish, the lad was hopeful that she would just be on her way, but fortune was not on his side as she inquired about his absent master.  He had been in the process of deciding which excuse would be best to get her to leave, only to go rigid with anxiety as he heard the all too familiar footfalls rapidly approaching.<br/><br/>The master smith's stride fell short as he rounded into his partially enclosed forge and surveyed the scene before him.  He was a tall, heavily built man of proportions that would make even the largest of smithy hammers look small in his hands.  "Who the bloody hell are you and what the hell are you doing at my forge?!"  His deep basso voice barked our his anger at the sight of a stranger using his tools.  "You better choose your words carefully because I'm five seconds away from calling the town guards and having you arrested for trespassing, if not vandalism and burglary!"