Inside the smithy

Jake walked into the forge, the smell of burnt coal, iron, and sweat everywhere. This place was what was running his guild currently. 

As long as it kept going, his guild would. 

He walked inside, travelling the maze that was the forge. There were blacksmiths everywhere, all of them working. None of them were free enough to even look up to greet their boss. 

"Just what is this place? I knew you had blacksmiths, but not this many! How the hell do you have enough money to recruit all of them?" Myriad Arrows was astonished. 

"This is your first time here, right? I forgot I never brought you here. Well then, this place is the core of the guild. And don't worry. We have another forge just like this, but its a little smaller, and only has like fifty blacksmiths in there. This one is the main forge." Jake smiled.