Alexander
It's been a while since he's worked with metal, having avoided it since he ascended, wary of getting too close to a forge for fear of combustion. That was until the new Art-isan's Guild was established. He heard word of special forges meant to limit exposure and Alexander couldn't shake the itch once the thought was planted in his head. It was with a crate of iron and a few of his choice tools balanced on top that the Ascended pushed into the studio space, dark eyes scanning the room for anyone only to find it relatively empty.
Setting the crate down onto one of the counters, Alexander brushed off his hands on his pants, sauntering towards one of the unlit forges. He crouched, examining the station, brows knitting together as his jaw feathered in thought. It didn't seem too different. He wasn't sure how exactly it was meant to limit exposure, but he figured the people here must of known what they were doing when they made it.
Setting the crate down onto one of the counters, Alexander brushed off his hands on his pants, sauntering towards one of the unlit forges. He crouched, examining the station, brows knitting together as his jaw feathered in thought. It didn't seem too different. He wasn't sure how exactly it was meant to limit exposure, but he figured the people here must of known what they were doing when they made it.
Mount Everest ain't got shit on me
'cause I'm on top of the world, on top of the world
'cause I'm on top of the world, on top of the world
