"Well, Wren. I should let you rest a bit. I need to work on trying my machine out for processing ore," he said proudly. He pointed to a contraption from the water wheel shaft hooked to two billows to a blast furnace. 
He laughed, "If they don't see smoke, they might think I brought a mysterious woman into my shop from town." It sounded funnier in his head than it did when he said it. He let her rest for a bit as he changed into work clothes with a leather apron and gloves. He shoveled a large amount of coal into the furnace. Then from the fire he shoveled two scoops of coals. He released the wheel and the billows started to turn. He pulled a lever slightly in and they started to move faster. In the top he shoveled crushed ore, a broken plow and a gold coin for good luck. He sang a song that was calling up magic to the metal, but he did not know the words. It was the song that the miners sang in the mine and had for many years. It was a language he did not know, but it made him feel better. When the furnace got going he would attend to his guest some more after putting a bit of oil on the wheel and gears to take care of the squeaking.

[hider=ooc]I was thinking that the language could an old language from the other kingdom and the reason his magic isn't flowing from the spell is that he is mispronouncing words (and does not understand them)[/hider]
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