"The tongs in my hands are covered with soot. I help the master all I can, but I am not allowed to raise my ow

"The tongs in my hands are covered with soot. I help the master all I can, but I am not allowed to raise my own hammer over the anvil. Master Dzarif protects his anvil zealously, won't let anyone else near it. It usually offends me, but not now. Now, my heart follows the ringing beat of a fiery song."