Tan had to admit, the cub was surprisingly well versed in the ways of shaping steel. It would seem his claim to be a smith's son held some truth, but the cub was far too insecure of the quality of his own work. He had real potential and talent in a forge, and the orc was pleasantly surprised by the young fox's request.
He had been grinding on the edge of a simple hatchet when the cub first appeared before him. Tan had heard they had some beasts in their company, but didn't much care to see for himself either way.
He was well set in his ways at his age, and gossip was something a smithy had no need for. The orc could only assume the fox was here as a customer and gave him a gruff "Afternoon," as acknowledgment, continuing his grinding on the steel while the cub began looking around.
By the time Tan had finished his task, the fox was waiting patiently at his counter, seemingly to inquire about his wares.
