Becoming a disciple of a Master Blacksmith
"Thank you!"
Draven was slightly startled, yet he was actually expecting it. At first, when the Chief suddenly walked towards him, he thought he would do something, which, of course, he was aware the Chief would not do. But… his aura was just a menace, especially his bulky body that no door could fit.
That's probably why the smithy's door, which could even fit Draven and Ronan, despite the latter being bulky as well. It was wide that Draven even believed it was made for that since many might enter the smithy.
But it seemed it was not the case.
He was actually right that under no circumstances when the Chief was in the middle of smithing, he would not allow someone to enter the door. Today's occasion was only slightly different, as he called his assistance when an accident happened to call for help.