As one approaches the building, they will immediately notice the smell of burning coals. The heat in the smithy is palpable, an ever-active forge and its vigilant steward Yosef Sturgess working night in and out for the sake of his patronage. A heavy anvil and forge dominates the corner of the facility, the rest of the space encompassing a sorted collection of swords, axes, polearms, and shields for many a scrutinizing gaze to fall upon. When one enters, they will without fail hear the gruff bellow of the forgemaster as he works, greeting them from afar.