After a sizable length of time, Alexander was at last greeted by a heavy-set male shambling up to the front room of the workshop, visibly exhausted and with no shortage of bruises along his body. "...h-hello." He greeted, his voice gravelly and somewhat worn, as though he had decided to party whilst having a sore throat the previous night. "Welcome to Hephaestus's workshop, how can I-"

"Oy, which of you idiots thought it was a smart idea to just walk away from your station [b]while leaving a fuckin' Ember Stone resting on wood[/b]?!"

Interrupting the male, a shrill yell from the back cut through the air, loud enough to make both the male and Alexander flinch reflexively. Moments later, a harsh crash sounded out from the back, like a hammer had just mercilessly assaulted something. 

That's probably exactly what it was, actually. 

The man's face paled sharply as he turned to face the back door, swallowing weakly. "Sorry, I'll have to ask that you accompany me to the back. Somebody else can help you there." He explained, murmuring a quick prayer under his breath as he moved to step into the back of the workshop.