The glow of a forge beat the sun to producing illuminating light in the area around "Gustom made!" the local blacksmith's shop. The building itself looked a little out of place in the rather rural area of "Nowhere" but its clear that it was designed around safety and building codes...Despite its obvious soundproofing the slam of a hammer rang out over and over but the spacing made it clear this was methodical work and not some mad man smashing metal. 
 
 Within it was G obviously he was working but for how long? His face was drenched in sweat and his hands blackened from the forge, but was it really fresh or more a permanent charring from a man who worked with flame? G himself simply says its his connection to the irons of earth. Again the hammer fell down on the white hot metal, what was he crafting? In the days of old many would think it was sword simply from its thin frame, but, Its was a pick! The metal screamed as he dipped it in water, only for him to place it right back in the forge. His dog didn't so much as twitch from its sleep, numb from this routine, or deaf. The dog, a Doberman matched its master in its massive physique and scarring. 

 After another 30 minutes the man smiled satisfied from his handy work, he let the metal rest atop a special table prepared for cooling. "No better way shake your dream than to make them a reality!" G looked about his 'in progress' room several pieces awaited a simple addition or two, like handles or a layer of protective finish....[i]OR DELIVERY.....That damn no good nephew. Probably still asleep, little princess better be here on time[/I]...."No" G smiled, he knew better, he would just dock the pay. He snagged up the finished pots,pans, and shovels and began carrying his works to the local shop. More than an hours walk. As he walked out the door the dog sprung to life and followed his master. "At least I can count on you Zeke." The dog replied with a bark and used his back leg to shut the door behind the pair.