Morgog stepped down from his ladder after hammering in the last nail holding the sign to the wall. The Metalforge brothers were officially open for buisness. The dwarf looked up at the sign above the door to the forge and, after making sure it was on straight, grabbed his ladder and made hsi way inside. The forge was a medium sized room, made of stone with a large furnace built into one wall. The furnace was masterfully designed, and would be able to handle the heating and smelting of even the toughest metals. Lining the walls were shelves and hooks holding the various tools and implements needed for blacksmithing, as well as some show examples of previous work. Dominating the the center of the room was a fine adamantine anvil, ideal for work with the hardest metals that would likely shatter regular iron or steel that make up most anvils. There was also a marble table, fitted with a large magnifying glass and sturdy clamp, which is where most of the work in the forge would be completed. Morgog placed the ladder he was carrying in a utility closet on the right side wall, and continued to the back of the forge, where there stood another door, leading into the Metalforge brothers' home and more secure and private areas of buisness. The red-haired dwarf pushed the stone door open slowly, having not yet enchanted it to open readily for him and his brother but not for others, and stepped inside. He yawned as he slipped off his boots and other heavy clothing, leaving himself in his sleaveless red tunic and brown pants. It had been a long day and Morgog really didn't feel like putting his clothes away, opting instead to leave them there till morning. He walked down the hall into his room, shut the door, and went to bed for the night.
(OOC: shitty post, I know. Halfway through i suddenly got writer's block)
