"A sword?" Master Lao savored Igor's words. It had been a long time since he last crafted a weapon.
This time, he was determined to have a satisfying forge.
Master Lao scooped a ladle of water and poured it over himself, "Oh, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, it's time to stretch my muscles."
Charcoal tumbled from Master Lao's hands into the forge. In no time, flames leaped within the furnace, and the iron lay quietly on top, waiting to be heated red hot.
"Many blacksmith shops have replaced charcoal with coal, without realizing that charcoal does a better job of perfectly heating these iron lumps," Master Lao said as he rhythmically worked the bellows. Soon, the entire blacksmith shop grew warmer.
"Do you need an extra hand, Master?" Igor asked.
