Connor chuckles softly, and heads for the center of the place, the forge itself. It's made of cement blocks and two thirds of it forms a table about elbow high. There's a nice wide edge of brick all the way around, which the shelf bracket is sitting on, but inside that it's a pit of coals, several feet wide and long enough to hold an entire sword blade. At one end of the bed of coals the table rises into an oven, with some kind of metal chimney above. "I got lazy, so there's an electric blower," He gestures to the metal chimney and whatever modern equipment is inside. "But I built it myself."