Sadon listened to Elsa's story, turning to lean against one of the work benches. He always knew not everyone belonged around a forge, and not everyone could learn the skill. It wasn't an easy trade for anyone to learn. He was fortunate enough to have such a talented teacher. The thought of his father made him smile a little, remembering all the time they had spent working the forge. He didn't really know his mother well, as she passed away when he was young. So his father became his best friend in life, and he learned everything he knew from that one man. And that was more than working a forge as well.

He was suddenly so lost in memories that Elsa's question about his work didn't seem to make sense to him at first. Once the question finally clicked in his head, he offered a soft nod before speaking.

“That seems to be the most common order I get, so I've had plenty of time to master swords. But I've crafted maces, battle axes, shields, armor. I've even crafted some of the equipment Kristoff uses while harvesting ice. If he hasn't broken any of it that is,” Sadon thought about his last sentence for a moment. It wouldn't be the first time that happened, and he knew it would happen again.