Naomi - Temple Forge
"Eeuhm... W-we... Euhm, thank you." Naomi stuttered as she quickly turned her eyes away from Elsebelle. Was it really a compliment though? To tell someone their eyes looked like they were on fire? "We know who you are." Naomi said with a friendly voice, looking back towards the girl. She also noticed some confusion, which was something she was used to by now. "Yes, we are aware we speak in multiple, please don't pay attention to it."
She wasn't too sure if having Elsebelle here was a good thing, the girl was a bit young and she seemed to have a rather low attention span. A dangerous trait here in the forge, one mistake and you could easily loose a limb. But as long as it was just her, she should be able to keep an easy eye on her. Of course the doors opened just as Naomi was thinking that and a group of men entered, all putting on the protective gear.
Naomi blinked a few times, this was quite the turn up and at least these men looked a bit more competent than Elsebelle, no offense. She quickly regained her thoughts again and turned herself to the apparent leader of this little rabble of men. "Mister Haus, it appears you've been partially miss-informed. Allow us to clear this up." Once more she saw a wave of confusion wash over the people as she referred to herself in multiple. She sighed. "Yes, we are aware we speak in multiple. No, it's nothing to worry about." she fished something out of her pockets, before continuing. "We don't deal damage from great distance, in fact, we deal my share of damage from melee range." She held up two shells, each in one hand. They both looked identical, except that the one in her right hand had a red band across it. "Anybody know what there are?" Of course not. "These are shells, they're the ammunition we use and what we'll be creating today. They may seem the same, but appearance is deceiving."
She brought the one without a red band around it forward. "This here is what we call a solid slug. They're like the regular bullets from a gun, only around five times the size. This means they pack a considerable larger punch than ordinary bullets. To put this in perspective, we have yet to see any armor that could stop these babies." She felt energized, in her element. This was her field of expertise and she enjoyed sharing what she knew, just like her mother. "However, given their much larger size, they also travel less far than their smaller cousins."
She placed the solid slug shell on the table and brought the other forward. "And this is our main ammunition, buckshot. These shells are filled with tiny pellets, that are blast out of the gun at immense speeds and literally rip flesh and muscles from bones. However, this type of ammunition is only effective at near point blank range and the larger, more armored fiends tend to simply shrug these off."
She placed that slug on the table as well, next to the other one. "Now, before we even start with anything, we want to lay down some basic rules to prevent injury. Rule number one, when we are talking, you listen." She stood as tall a she could "Rule number two, WHEN WE ARE TALKING, YOU LISTEN." she said with heightened volume "This place is NOT a playground, the material we will be working with is highly dangerous and will burn through your skin before you could even scream. Rule number three, when we see you goofing around, we will kick you out of the forge. With force if necessary." She paused, letting those words sink in a little.
"Right, now that that's clear, we can finally begin. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask us." She said as she moved past the group, motioning them to follow her, towards the smelter. "What we'll be starting with is creating sheaths of metal out of a mold. Most of the work here is pretty simple and is nothing more than pouring the liquid metal into the molds. So before we continue, lets first all fill a few of the sheath molds, just turn the valve on the side of the cauldrons to let the liquid metal pour into them. But please, do be careful, we cannot emphasis how dangerous this work is, no matter how simple."
She allowed the group to disperse among the many smelters, it would be a bitch to keep an eye on everyone. Oh god, please don't let anything go wrong...