Felih seems to sulk a little more when the file gets dropped into his hand, but he sighs and gets to work as instructed, trying his best to be quick about it. "It just feels strange. There's so much detail work in goldsmithing, and then here I'm being told to just go to town with a hammer. It goes against my instincts," he huffs, before suddenly pausing.

"Er. My tools?" he suddenly asks. "These things are pretty sturdy... I didn't think they'd need to be smoothed out so soon." Maintaining his goldsmithing tools was a frequent necessity, with all the tiny tools and bits and pieces, but these giant sledges surely could last a while longer... right? He suddenly doesn't look very sure.