Tank

"Eisen, are you sure this is the right thing to do?" Rouge asked nervously as he looked at the old man after he had closed and locked the door to the Workshop, and Eisen simply nodded.

"I am." He replied, before slowly making his way back to the meeting room, where he sat down on his chair with a deep sigh, looking around at all the concerned faces around him. "Listen, I won't budge on this. He messed up one too many times, he can't pull that kind of stuff and think he can get away with it." Eisen explained, and then just shook his head disappointedly.

"I thought he could be a really good apprentice, and an amazing craftsman in the future. He can still pursue that for all I care, but he won't be doing that anywhere near us again." Eisen told them, before the others looked at each other somewhat nervously, before the old man just shook his head and leaned back in the chair.