Berek wasn't tired yet. Long years spent at the forge with his heavy hammer meaning he had endurance most men didn't. But it was always a good idea to pace yourself. He'd take a lunch in a few hours. The smith still had plenty to do though. 

He was nearly done with this arming sword, other than sharpening it. He'd forgotten the leather and materials for the hilt and crossguard, dang it. But he'd go back in town in a day or two. Firs thing's first, he'd forge the blades. Over 16 contracts for the next three weeks and likely more people coming to ask for more, he was as busy as ever. 

After he was done shaping the arming sword, he set it down in the pile of products that needed to be sharpened, and he was just about to grab what he'd make into an axeblade when he turned and saw Ferona standing there, one fist closed and her eyes on Humphrey. 

"Oh, I see you're up." He said to her, lightly and cordially. Hopefully she'd be in a better mood today. Then again, last night might be how she always is. "Have a good sleep? Hope the food was good." As he spoke, he began to smelt the bit of iron he'd need to make the axe head, smoke blooming from above the house as his powerful arms turned the pump.