Between a Forge and a Hot Place (Nicoletta/Steiner)

As a Sternritter usually you were allowed, in some capacity, a bit of leeway in how one wanted their living space to be made to their personal tastes. For some this meant that they would install some kind of entertainment system or have some kind of connection to the security systems of the city. For Steiner, well to be quite frank, he didn't want either of those things. Well, to be frank it wasn't quite like he didn't understand the importance of both things as leisure and a feeling of security were extremely important, but Steiner valued different things. His only request had been, at least to him, rather easy to accomplish. For the last few years that he had wandered around in the wastes with no place to call home, he had always wanted to assemble some kind of base camp, and within that base camp he had wanted one basic thing.

A forge.

But not just any forge, a forge that was built to his specifications, and made with every thought of how to fulfill his needs as a practicing blacksmith. Now that he had a place to call home and a modicum of authority over how he was to live there, he had requested that a forge being assembled, and placed for him to use in his living quarters. The thought of waking up and tending the flames of his forge to begin a long day of learning, practicing, and honing his skills appealed to his very soul. He had always striven to improve himself and now that he had a home to really come back to, he wanted to do what he had always dreamed of. He, however, had not realized just how hard it would be to have his dreams become reality.

A few days passed before word began to reach of his ears of the problems that would come with constructing a forge in his quarters. The noise, the emissions, and the general negatives of having something of that particular nature in one's room while living next door to other people quickly began to derail Steiner's dream.

His hopes were dying.

But instead of losing hope, Steiner decided that if he wasn't allowed to have one set up in his room, then he would have to construct one nearby. Preferably in a place with the adequate size and location to make it the perfect place to work and reach after a small walk from his house. This also proved to be a problem as space was limited, but Steiner's desires could not be quelled. Much like a roaring furnace, Steiner pushed forward, and did his best to file paperwork, and documentation in every facet of the government to make this a possibility. He even began to gather materials on his own by using his pay and by using Cyrus' vouching for him in preparation for the finalization of his request.

It was on one particular bit of binge shopping, a deal on some unrefined ores that had been mined in the pacific ocean that he couldn't pass up, that Steiner found himself walking down a long alleyway humming a tune to himself. Minding his business and enjoying the haul that he had just got, he had no idea that on this day he was going to meet a kindred soul.