Workshop Of Wonders
"No no no!"
Kir heard someone calling out as he stepped into Enumasam's forge and workshop. A tall, lanky orc was berating an apprentice before he slapped the red hex on the grid of stone in front of the boy.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Speed up when the diameter decreases."
"I'm trying... I just can't see it in my head and the numbers..."
"You should be studying the math on your own at home. Look at Sam! They've already got the design mastered, and they have a baby!"
Sitting one seat away was Sam, their baby sleeping in a cradle one measure away.
Kir frowned, noting the chainmail curtain protecting the child. The tools in use were as safe as he could design them, but they were still dangerous...
As soon as he stepped into range, Sam turned and gave Kir a smile. They knew they weren't supposed to act familiar with Kir when he was in disguise, but they still waved at him, and he returned it.