Blacksmith

"I'm going to the blacksmith. If you need me, I'll be there."

Holding the black rod and waving it at them, he left the room, leaving Gar'al and Ronald behind.

Before long, he was walking out of the building and entering the privileged area. After showing his plaque and stating his reason for the visit, he was allowed to pass.

Taking some turns around the buildings, he came across a place that was meant to be a car garage.

He went through the automatic door and entered, and as he had scanned it earlier. The place was now refurnished and used as the smithy since blacksmithing had become somewhat essential. Although the place had only recently been transformed, it already looked as if it had been that way for years.

As the saying goes, a skilled smith can even forge in the rain. From what he had sensed, it was an old man managing the place, but he looked completely dejected.