Geth considered visiting the southwestern quadrant of the city, but it was still barren, so he didn't bother. However, that wouldn't be the case for long if enough of the former slaves accepted his offer.
He trekked across the city until he reached the northwestern quadrant. Sounds of metal slamming against metal echoed from somewhere in the distance.
Making his way through the new buildings that he didn't recognize, Geth made his way to the open-air smithy. Bruce was busy hammering away on an elongated piece of metal.
Geth had no plans to disturb the man, but he was happy to see that a couple of the town teenagers were working around the shop. It seemed that most had taken him seriously when he said he wouldn't tolerate mooching.
Bruce was doing well, and it seemed that all of the workshops were thriving.
Satisfied, he stopped putting off his main project for the day and headed toward the mess hall. It didn't take long to reach his destination.