Pops barely looked up as Dominic walked into the forge, and simply nodded toward the other side of the space.
"The jigs for rifles and the clay mould for the pistols are already set up."
"Thanks. I want to get the pistols for the full-time guards finished tonight so that I can be sure that they're equipped for real threats. The others I'll get to over the next week." Dominic offered.
Pops smiled. "It will be good to have my apprentice back in the forge. How is the married life treating you?"
"Like I should have planned to make more time for it. It's going to be a long time before I can make it to that 'idle Noble' stereotype and lay about with my wife all day." Dominic replied with a dramatic sigh.
Pops laughter was nearly as loud as the ringing of his hammer as he replied. "Son, I hate to tell you, but that stereotype was only ever true of the worthless sorts. You've seen it yourself, what happens to an idle Noble in the hard times.
