"Very long," he agreed with a head-bob. "One moment."
He turned back to the forge, slipped on a glove and grabbed the end of the bar that stuck out of the coals. He pulled it free and laid the glowing orange end against the anvil, then reached for the hammer beside it and went to work, sparks flying with each blow as the now-soft metal flattened and cooled. Then it was back into the coals.
"You came from San Francisco, so this is almost like home. Yes?"