Over by the forge Runa was currently working on a sword she was requested to make for another, hammering away at the red hot steel of the new blade before dousing it in cool water, her helmet hanging up to the side and her long hair messily tied back into a pony tail, with dark bags under her eyes showing that she had been working for longer than she should.
She often liked to work like this on her weapons, preferring to just go at them without stopping or pausing, for she feels that if she took a break she would lose her spark or inspiration if she stopped for more than a few minutes. While putting the blade back into the oven to heat it up again Runa wiped her forehead with a rag and stepped outside while waiting, looking around she noticed that her dragon wasn't in site, she didn't panic though as he often liked to go out on his own when she was working, catching his own fish since the fish supplied in the village wasn't up to his standards.
"Just as long as he doesn't case another uproar with another dragon, so many times as he gotten himself into trouble cause of his stubbornness" she spoke quietly to herself then sighed and shook her head, before returning to the forge and pulling the blade from the oven to hammer it into shape again, so that she can then take it over to the grind wheel. On the table not far from the grinder sat the hilt of the blade, a rather intricate and unique designed grip with a pommel waiting to be attached, Runa enjoyed making all of her designs unique so that she could recognise then outside of work.