Kaldea, year 760
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
Amrel wiped the sweat off his forehead as he struck the heated steel. Clang. He needs to make this just as good as all the others; its good money, enough to keep the family healthy and well. A door suddenly opens and a small creature comes running out.
"Daddy" a small voice calls out as his baby son comes to hug him by his pants. He laughs to himself softly then says
"You don't need to be messing with Daddy right now, I'm working."
"Aww." his son replies in a fit.
He pats his head
"Go on now, I gotta work." He gestures to the door before he lightly pushes the kid through it.
"But-" SLAM. He shuts the door and steps back twards the anvil and picks up the steel and continued working.