What Friends Are For

"…And with that, I guess I've prepared everything I can for tomorrow." Wiping off the sweat from his forehead, Valyr had a content smile on his face as he removed the forging hammer he wielded from the chestplate on the anvil. Moving the chestplate to where the other pieces of the set he had forged were, he identified all of them with [Analysis] to make sure he hadn't missed improving any of them.

With the smile on his face turning into a grin as he wondered what it would be like to use the armor set in action tomorrow, Valyr moved away from the workshop portion of the smithy and tended to the needs of the customers, reminding himself from time to time that he needed to hire a helper for the smithy sooner or later.