"A forge is not a place for rank amateurs."

"Like yourself, ma'am?"

"Yes, like myself."

Séirye flexes some muscles and shows off her thick, fire-resistant skin at one of the small, low-volume artisanal workshops still employed by the military to handle repairs, even though she's not really clear on what she's doing besides hitting one thing against another.

[Author's Note: Finally, something original, if not particularly good. I've never depicted any of my characters as working at a blacksmith.]