Alix continues his inspection of the forge, his gaze sharp and discerning. He walks past rows of workstations, noting the progress and challenges faced by his blacksmiths. His attention is drawn to a young salamander, Zorov.
Approaching Zorov, Alix observes the young blacksmith's technique. Zorov, engrossed in his work, senses the presence and looks up, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Your control over the flame is impressive, Zorov," Alix remarks, his tone measured yet appreciative.
Zorov's face lights up with pride. "Thank you, your majesty. I've been practicing, trying to master the techniques Grakkar taught us."
Alix nods, "Your dedication is evident. Continue honing your skills; your potential is significant."
Zorov bows respectfully, his enthusiasm palpable. "I won't let you down, my lord."
Satisfied with the progress, Alix turns and makes his way back to the palace.
