Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord had had his few days to cool off, to get his head around being that short, awkward green kid with tusks over the course of the weekend, an experience that he had never figured he'd have to have again.

Really, one that he'd never wanted to have again, either.

Yesterday, in spite of his ridiculous constitution stat ability to tough out most things, had been spent with the mother of all hangovers after an ill-advised amount of drinking on Monday, and the dregs of it were still stubbornly lingering today. Which was fantastic, really, when the majority of his work at the Forge involved things like hammering and grinding. Still, he had dutifully shown up for his shift today, feeling a little more green around the gills (it should be noted that he did not, in fact, have gills) than he'd care to admit, and, at least until Amaya made an appearance, he was going to just... go over order sheets, maybe figure out if there were any requests for things he could cast from the foundry in lieu of working on the bevel of his sword this morning.

Wednesday, and the weekend was still plaguing him. Hooray.

[OOC: Open!]