After briefly observing the exterior structure of the smithy, Kael turned his attention to the small black iron door.
"This is one of the five best smithies in the Northern Frontier. What's more, we have the best blacksmiths in the Kingdom," said old Roy, passing by Kael and approaching the door.
Roy banged loudly on the black iron door and took three steps back.
Shortly after, the heavy door began to open, producing a loud metallic sound that reached the ears of those present.
When it opened completely, a strong hot vapor came out from inside, melting the nearby snow.
Kael felt the heat hit his face, making his cheeks flush slightly. He looked at the figure standing in the doorway.
"What do those bastards want now? Don't they know we don't take orders from anyone?" a rough, hoarse voice echoed from the entrance.
