Before the door opened Breda glanced briefly around. Granted, there was still soot and fox hair in the water barrel, but that would hopefully escape attention. Otherwise, the smithy looked more or less as it had before the unexpected visitor's appearance. When the master smith walked in the dwarf was back at the anvil, hiding a grimace as she heard Fay tumble inside the cupboard. Oh crap, that cupboard. Well, a fox can take a rat or two. Right?
Breda almost forgot Fayane's distress for a second, as she watched with anxiety her master walking to the work bench, picking up the axe handle and examining it. After a brief pause - which to Breda felt like an eternity, for several reasons - the man turned to look at the dwarf. "Not bad," he said with a slight smile, causing Breda to all but squeal in delight. Coming from Joran Vondan, that was huge praise. "You might want to pay more attention to the balance, though," the man continued. "The handle must compensate for the weight of the head." He demonstrated his point with his hands when talking, then handed the handle back to Breda. "Proper balance is the most important thing in building a functional weapon. But don't you think we've worked enough for one day? Time to go home, I think."
Panicking, Breda glanced towards the cupboard. Maybe I should just tell him. 'By the way, there is a shapeshifter fox in the cupboard, she jumped in from the window...' No, I can't. Damn it! She grasped the hammer in her free hand. "Um, well, the forge is not yet cooled. I thought I might work just a little longer. The balance, you know." She waved the handle in her hand.
The master smith lifted an eyebrow. "Aren't you being eager. It won't do for you to exhaust yourself."
"I won't. Just a little while."
"Well, who am I to deter an eager student. Just make sure the forge is properly cooled before you leave, and bring the key to the house."
"I will, I swear."
As the smith left the building, Breda leaned on the workbench, sighing with relief. Fair enough, he might have been alright with Fay's presence, but somehow Breda doubted it. As far as she knew her master, he wasn't particularly into shapeshifters. She certainly. didn't feel like taking any chances.
As the sound of the footsteps disappeared, Breda turned towards the cupboard. "Fayane? You okay in there?"