Irhya quirks a brow, turning away from watching her current object of attention heat in the forge. "Goldsmithing is about precision, whereas blacksmithing and armor-making is about working quickly and efficiently. File it. A lot. And then after you file it and cool it, sand and buff it until that shite shines."

She peers over his shoulder after that, dropping a file into his hand casually and gesturing at his hammer. "When was the last time you smoothed out your tools, for that matter?"

There's a reason, she supposes, nobody ever asks to become an apprentice of hers.