The blacksmith shop was not situated along the bustling main thoroughfare; rather, it was nestled within a narrow, cramped, and damp alleyway. In this location, apart from the blacksmith shop, there was also the carpentry shop that Jasmine wished to find. The scent of sawdust and the smell of coal blended together, permeating the air.
This area could be considered a residential district for the working class, with houses squeezed closely together. Jasmine had only just turned into the small alley when she heard a continuous barrage of iron-forging sounds - *clank, clank, clang, clang* - echoing piercingly. The rhythm was powerful and regular, causing one to suspect whether the people living nearby would end up fighting with the owner due to the noise and smoke created by the smithy.
