Who:Hercules and Iolaus What: Forge and then who knows? When: Today Where:Iolaus's forge Warnings: TBA
It was hot, that was the nature of the forge. That still didn't mean Iolaus was happy with the heat wave. Not only was it hot in the forge, it was even hotter outside. He'd spent much more time in the forge then he'd originally planned and was starting to feel restless. There really weren't monsters here in this world for them to fight like there were back home, so Iolaus took on more orders for weapons then he ever really intended to. He was getting better at folding the metal to the proper weight, but being a smith wasn't where his heart truly lie. He knew his weapons were appreciated, people told him his weapons were perfect. His true calling had always been hunting or fighting, lately there had been none of either.
A restless Iolaus was a dangerous Iolaus. Anyone who knew him knew that well enough. He had orders to fill, but he wasn't feeling the forge despite watching Hercules feed the fire in attempt to make it even hotter. Iolaus leaned against a cold slab of iron used for shaping metal and wiped his forehead with his gauntlets. He'd meant to be more productive then he had that morning, but nothing was getting done. Iolaus spent most of that morning slacking off.
"Hey Herc, how about a break?" He said loudly over the fire so he would be heard. Fiddling with the necklace around his neck idly out of habit, he got up and looked around. There were swords hanging to dry, daggers of all shapes and sizes on a wooden table. Iolaus knew he had to start charging soon, while he was looking forward to the money it wasn't exactly what he had in mind for himself in the long run. Forging was just a hobby he'd picked up with Hercules when they were kids, it wasn't really a life long passion of his and on this day, it showed.