Issa had set the hammered steel to quench, offering her time to lean an ingot into the fine wheel of one of her grinding stones. An oiled hood of hide over the mess kept the powder from being flung into the air and into her lungs. Sweaty and shirtless she turned to peer over her shoulder. "Ah, good. I am almost ready for you. Your chair is in the corner, away from the heat and tools."