Broken stepped into the blacksmith workshop. The room was small, just enough for two workstations and some supplies, along with a spot to store equipment and crafted items. There were three distinct rooms lined up side by side, each connected by open doorways, with each section having its own entrance. However, only the middle room had the blacksmith tools.
In one corner, he saw several sets of forging and blacksmithing tools, just enough for one person. To the side, a pile of iron ore waited to be used. On the opposite end, broken equipment and weapons were scattered across the floor.
Yara bowed deeply and spoke in a low voice, "My Lord, I'll start tidying up this place so you can use it right away."
Broken nodded slowly. "Thank you, Yara. But no need to rush, I'm not going to use it immediately. Take your time. It would be nice to have it cleaned up, but don't rush too much. You need to balance working and resting, alright?"