It was a proper blacksmith's workshop, that much was immediately clear.
A small furnace smoldered against one wall, embers glowing with barely contained heat, ready to be stoked into a roaring blaze at a moment's notice.
On another side, there were multiple strange parts and metalworking materials, scattered around like spare components of some grand project.
Diagrams and illustrations covered another wall, some showing apparatuses Luca recognized and others he couldn't begin to identify.
Swords, dozens of them hung from the walls in various states of completion. Some were clearly finished pieces, polished and gleaming. Others were rough and unfinished, waiting for their final touches. Barrels filled with what looked like old or damaged blades sat in corners, and shields and saddles were stacked against the far wall.
Multiple tables were scattered throughout the room, cluttered with hammers, knives, tools of every shape and size.
It was...organized chaos.
