Rocking back and forth in his chair, Macradon had had a slow day in the smithy. It has been a while since he last had some customers by, and it's been a while since he last took a week off to relax … but when he did relax, he just got bored and wanted to work again, some kind of evil cycle of sorts. Without any notice of anyone entering, a cloak man suddenly just appeared from below in front of his desk, he looked at the being that just materialized before him and thought for himself “Wot.”. “How the f**k did that thing get in here …” he thought and stood up from his chair, scratching the back