Floorplan

The small woman danced on her tiptoes at the prospect of teaching and solving a problem for the pack as a whole.

"Excellent! I'm Ignita! Basilisk's Songbird, it's nice to meet you Bronze! Did you know that your name is a special metal that we could make? It's made by melting copper and tin together! I can't remember how much copper to tin... or was it iron... Silver? No. Tin, yes. Copper and tin!" She was in her element, someone to talk their ear off to about what she was doing. She pulled the slab of wood tied to the string that pulled the bellows to increase the heat while she talked.

"Anyway, making bronze is a bit more complicated for me at the moment, I'm adding some air to the fire to keep it nice and hot, I've already added coal to it, which it needs to melt the metal. If we just used wood it wouldn't get hot enough and burn through it too quickly." She grabbed some tongs off to the side, a flurry of activity and talking non-stop.

"Mind pulling the string some more? Gotta keep it going. I gotta stretch this thing into a nice long rod." She nodded to Bronze to participate. She slipped her goggles over her eyes then used the tongs to grab the super-heated slab of iron with two paws and swiftly deposited the glowing slab to the anvil. She had her little golden possum hold the tongs while Ignita grabbed the other side of the slab and pulled the slab a little longer.

"Speech"