Mythran's Master Of All

Ren went to the blacksmith shop and looked around. There was enough room for the forge that the dwarf had, for the racks of mining picks, and the anvil in the center. That was it.

“It's a little smaller than I thought it would be.” Ren said to the dwarf there. “How do you like the layout?”

“It's fine.” The dwarf said. “I can reach the racks and the forge, by only taking a step away from the anvil.”

“I'm glad I brought my own materials, then.” Ren said, used the hammerpick to clear out a space right beside the blacksmith shop, nearly identical in size, and cleaned it with a shovel. He put down paving stones for the floor, and built a quick shack around it. The dwarf watched Ren in fascination the entire time, and didn't comment until Ren was done.

“Why are you making space beside me?”

“I figure I should keep the forges together, rather than separate them. If you get swamped with repairs, I can take up some of the slack, if necessary.”

“I won't have any slack, thanks.” The dwarf said, a little testily.

“You obviously haven't worked in a fully functioning mine with over a thousand workers.” Ren chuckled. “I did it for only a day and a half, and I started with a head high pile of picks to repair, and when I got them done and left for the night, the pile was nearly twice as big the next morning.”

“You're kidding!” The dwarf said. “Will it be that bad here?”

Ren shook his head. “One of my ideas was to hire more blacksmiths so that there was always at least 2 people working at all times to ease the load.”

“How come I'm here alone, then?”

“We're just getting started.” Ren said. “I'm sure once we get the main tunnel finished, we'll have lots of miners working here. Then we'll need another blacksmith or two to keep up with the demand.”

The dwarf nodded slightly and went back to his forge. Ren went into his new workshop and took out the glass forge and placed it on the far side of the space, to leave enough room for a mold on the floor for the largest window he would need for the Church. He put down the bricks to make that mold, just so he wouldn't forget to do it later. Then he made another forge for himself, enchanted it, and set the smelter beside it. Since they didn't really have any ore yet, he didn't put it on the forge because it wasn't needed yet. He used his Major Healing wand to refill his Mana Pool again, and turned on the forge. Ren reached into the hood of his cloak, and took out the baby fire elemental.

“Hey, you.” He said, and tickled it. “Want to enjoy some good heat for a while?”

It's color changed slightly, and Ren opened up the forge for it and put it inside.

“I'll put you in your pen to eat when I get back.” Ren said, and closed the forge after he saw the baby fire elemental stretch out in the flames. “Now that I have that set up, I need an anvil to work with.” Ren left his workshop and asked the dwarf where he got his anvil. He responded that it was a family heirloom and that his father's father had used it. Ren knelt in front of it and examined it.