The invasion of the undead had put Beau in a bit of an odd mood. Primarily, he was mostly peeved at the whole scenario - the chaos had forced him away from a few projects that were at critical stages and not only would he have to start those again, it had sent him in a bit of a fury on the streets outside his forge. Needless to say, there were now piles of charred undead which he’d done his part to at least pile in a somewhat cohesive matter -- after he’d poked around the bodies of course, there had been more than few glittering gems and old antique weaponary that had caught his eye that would be interesting projects or components for later. He leaned his weight on the handle of his broom, having pushed another pile of debris far and away from his main workspace. While having the area only bordered by two walls often kept the airflow going, it was a pain when it came to defending the place from ill weather, dust and apparently the undead. Maybe he it was about time to get a proper gate and fence. He was deep in his thoughts when scuff in the dirt towards the street caught his attention, “Afraid the forge is cold today, if you’re here for repairs. I’ve got more than a few of my own to make,” he mused, turning his gaze from the debris to his forge, part of the structure had been cracked and frankly needed a lot of attention before he could safely bring it up to the temperatures he needed.
