Today, I am at my shop. My surroundings look like a warm homey cottage with many tools and items made from my metal. I am the blacksmith of Williamsburg who makes and repair whatever metal item you desire. I am a middling class European man work with a fellow blacksmith who I have known for most of my life. Together we run the shop that we have inherited from our master that past away recently. We have just opened our shop and we have had only a few customers. We had some difficulty when starting because this was our first shop to run. We have recently became journeymen and have had little luck finding a job, but before our master died, he gave us his shop. We have had many people pass by our shop with broken objects asking for our master, and when we told them what happened, they looked at us disgusted and walked away. Our customers either were people who trusted us with their needs or really desperate people. We don’t really have a problem with that but sometimes it is a little hurtful. We own a nice wid smithy with a few forges in it. We get a lot done and quickly. Since the winter is coming, we have been getting slower in our work. It is hard to keep the iron warm, and the fire big because of the cold air from the chimneys. Also our anvils are as cold as ice and also slows the process of metal forming. We have been taught to work with these problems by our master and it is slightly helping but it is still difficult. On a normal day without weather issues, we work with tools like hammers, tongs and vises to bend the iron. My friend and I talk to each other a lot but that is due to the fact that we are not in any relationships and have no other friends. Maybe in a few years from now we will be more popular and may have a wife and kids.