239 239. Lifetime?

The wandering blacksmith was incredibly focused while he worked. The world could have been falling around him and he would not even flinch in the slightest. Every so often he would hold a hand out to stop Midnight from adding another breath to the forge so that he could turn the metal to evenly heat it. Walker would also get the same motions from him so that he could have another black flame ball throwing in to the forge. The work was hot and soon Walker had tossed off his cloak covered in sweat.