Smoke rose from the small smoke stack protruding from Adrastos's house/smith. Inside the sounds of hammer on steel could be heard, as Adrastos worked diligently on what would eventually be a uniquely forged hunting knife. He took a few moments to quench the heated steel in oils to temper the blade , as he held it under with one hand the other wiped the sweat from his brow. with just a little more shaping it would look fantastic. Once this project was completed, a long dip in the lake was called for.