They reconvene easily enough inside, the man of the hour clapping his hands and clearly pleased with the work they had all done. Cera feels a glow of accomplishment settle in his breast. Though the work is not done, it feels good to help these people. To be of assistance when the need strikes. Especially to someone who loves the craft the way he does.
The next task - and Jigano's subsequent reply - causes Cera to laugh brightly. He's certainly no muscle man either, but he's still decently strong. Glancing over at Are he grins, already gearing up for the task. "I guess that leaves us?" Moving over to the anvil in question, he eyes the leather straps Caiside had used to get it there in the first place, and grabs hold of them while awaiting Are to take position. Only then does he begin to lift, gritting his teeth and breathing out slowly as he helps to bear the weight of the hunk of metal.
