Buras gave a look to the skies, waiting for something to happen. And when nothing happened, he nodded in acknowledgment of the Ancient's will and began walking towards the door and back to the forge, like Magana was so eager to do. "You look uneasy, Magana. And I would have thought you wouldn't be phased. I was the one talking to them after all, and I'm the one that questioned them when I was accepted as Lord Delegate. I have more to fear then you do, I doubt they get mad at people simply through association." He told her as they made their way back to the forge, him walking quickly to compensate for his shorter strides. That and he wanted to be away from that place. He may have talked boldly, but he was just as shaken as Magana by the whole thing. The gods had decided to talk to him? If he wanted to, he could have that written down in his clan's histories and archive it to prove that he was the best of the leaders and as a reason to rule. But he didn't want to, and he prayed no one but him and Magana knew about his short chat with the Ancients.
Upon arrival at the forge, he sees a letter in a creamy colored envelope, sealed with wax that had the symbol of Clan Yurick. "Now that was quick." he muttered as he picked up the letter, already guessing who had written him and what it was about. But he would read it at a later time, right now he had teaching to do. So he tucked the letter away on the inside of his apron, protecting it from the harsh heat of the forge and any sparks that would try and set it on fire.
"I banked the coals slightly before I left, so we shouldn't have to much work to get it back up to heat. Get back on the bellows, a few good puffs and some coal and we'll be right where we left off." he told her, gesturing once more to the billows as he got ready with the coals. Once that was done, he looked at Magana and said. "Now that we have the forge heated, we can begin. I should have a piece I'm working on for a close friend with my things. I'll show it to you as a goal for you to reach." Smoothly he went to several rows of hooks and grabbed a bag. And from that bag, he pulled out an elaborately worked and decorative sphere. Looked from one side it could be argued that the sphere was supposed to resemble a head. But looking at the different sides, you could easily tell that that wasn't the case. "All they told me was that they wanted a more solid document of their clan's history. And that is what this is. From their founding all the way to when he commissioned it. I have only added what is important to their clan, there's far to much for me to engrave if I was to put everything. Currently I'm finishing up the focal point," here he tapped the gold and silver face "and then I'm going to have it delivered to a craftsman so they can inlay jade into these grooves right here. Once that's done they'll deliver it back to me and I'll begin engraving the jade myself and fill them with silver. By the time I'm finished with that it'll be mostly completed. From there some detailing and polishing will round it out and make it presentable."
"But you are just starting, so you will not be attempting anything like this for possibly years to come. No one will go to you for commissioned pieces, they will come to me. And even then you won't lay a hand on these pieces unless it's to polish the finished product. For now, you will be doing things that everyone comes to a smith for. Horse shoes, nails, farming equipment like a shovel head, and repairs. But you won't even be able to do that if you don't know what you are doing." With that, he began his lesson in forging. From properly heating metals to what specific parts of the anvil were used for as well as what hammers to use when. "Are there any questions so far?" he asked, taking a short pause in between describing when to dip metal in oil, brine, or water to treat it.
