The morning started out with a heavy torrential rain uncommon to most of Thay. Long streaks of water swept through the streets, lashing out at anyone still outside. The few patrols still out and ferrying bodies from the earlier attack looked miserable trudging through the streets.
That didn't stop a certain dwarf from being out and about, doing some early shopping for his projects. The shiny beard and bare shoulders quickly turned their usual matte colour as the forges fired up again. Avar was somewhat akin to a ghost, steam rising from his body where the water evaporated, as he hammered away on a new blade.

A few feet away, on the slab of stone used as a counter, laid a pair of thick and heavy knuckles, fashioned from a dark, gleaming metal that seemed to drain the light around it. Each ring was adorned with a small blunt spike facing out and the entire set was supported by a T-shaped brace designed to rest against the wrist, directly transferring the force of a blow from the arm to the bracers, reducing the strain on the fingers and knuckles and allowing much harder blows than other models. The only marks on the smooth metal were the crude initials 'AR' located on the flat back of the T-shaped wrist brace.

Saran wandered out onto the porch sporting the same robe that she always wore at home: A homely apron with matching robes. The woman stretched out and answered the dwarf's snort with a wave of her hands. Avar grunted as his muscles bulged and surged with magical energy and intensified his hammering.
"Was the boy any better than last night?" he said, panting after draining a mug of ale. Saran graced the dwarf with a sly smile and turned away into the kitchen. "If you must know, I can't say. We didn't do anything this night. A man needs his sleep, doesn't he, Master Rocksteady?"