Back at the crafting table once again, Macradon would do what he used to do with his furnace, the anvil and his mallet. With the heated materials, Macradon would forge out the shape of the equipment he needed, a shield. He would try to shape it on the tip of the anvil, but it never really did end up as he wished for, it was getting a bit annoying not having enough experience to always get perfect items, it was actually very infuriating. Macradon would wipe off his sweat, one shield down, another to go … at least until he would get a perfect shield, otherwise he would just use as much materials