Pops came back in a moment later, as Dominic was considering whether he should be making weapons for the Officers, or mass-producing Axes. Likely the axe heads, as they were easier to make than some ornamental blade.
"Ah, apprentice. Welcome back. I see that you made it back somewhat safely. But I come bearing excellent news for you.
You have the next two days off from forge duties to repair your equipment after your journey and prepare yourself for the next weapons push."
Dominic smiled. "Are you certain? I see that you're making axes, and I'm not bad at those."
Pops snorted in amusement. "I made my ten thousandth axe before your father was born. Now shoo. You've got plenty of repairs of your own to make, and you will be expected to have suitable formal armour for social events involving the military beginning next week."
That had not been in the briefing, but Dominic left the old man alone with his work and returned to his room.
