Meaty's smithy was another tent, though this was a very nice one. Value Sense warned Brin that it was expensive, and [Inspect] told him it was waterproof, fireproof, enchanted for temperature control and warded against sound. Meaty could work comfortably in there without being bothered by the random noises of camp, though Brin wondered if he really needed some of the enchantments. Someone as high-leveled as the [Snow-Blessed Armorer] shouldn't be bothered by the heat or cold.When they opened the flap to the tent, there was a loud bang that would've deafened a normal human. Brin’s instincts screamed that he was under attack, but then he noticed Meaty raise his hammer and bring it back down, making the same loud banging sound. He struck three more times, not even looking like he was really straining his muscles. These were methodical, careful strikes.Brin understood. This tent wasn't enchanted to protect Meaty from the elements. It was to protect the elements from him. Or more specifically, so that people within a half-mile radius would still be able to sleep.Meaty set the hammer down, inspected his work for a moment, and then looked up and smiled as if he'd just now noticed the two. "Oh, it's you. Good! Come in."Brin entered further into the tent. Unlike his workroom in the previous headquarters, the tent wasn’t packed to the brim with all different pieces of armor. There were a few chests, a couple armor stands, a worktable, a forge and an anvil. There was no bed or any sort of living accommodations, which meant that Meaty slept somewhere else."I heard my mother's money came in," said Brin."That it did. Let me get your size," said Meaty.Brin expected Meaty to pull out measuring tape or something, but the older man just walked around Brin in a circle looking him up and down. "Eh, I think I got it. You're about done growing, I think, but I'll put in two or three inches of give." It was strange, because Brin's instinct (...)