Forging!

The following morning, Raymond made his way to commercial street in the South District, ready for his next step.

"You want to work as a blacksmith in my shop? And you don't want any payment?" Pierre asked, raising an eyebrow. He looked at Raymond, who was young, muscular, and wore an expression that didn't quite fit the usual apprentice vibe.

Pierre had been in the trade long enough to know that some civilian craftsmen, unable to afford their own workshop, sought out jobs forging iron for others. But those craftsmen typically chose to apprentice in the larger weapon shops of the East District or in blacksmith shops offering better wages. Why would this young craftsman come to his small shop, which was more of a kitchenware and farm tool supplier than anything else?

Raymond, with his "craftsman" emblem visible, shrugged, "I'm not here for money. I just need access to your tools and your forge."