Motolytzu's Story

Moto removed the reformed bloknok shoe, satisfied, and placed it into the cooling tank. The sizzle of red-hot steel being dipped into the warm solution filled the shop. He held it under the liquid as steam billowed his leathery face, and after a few seconds, the shoe was removed.

He squinted at his handiwork. Though the seams in the metal were obvious to the trained eye, the craftsmanship was more than adequate for the level of quality required. Moto tossed the finished shoe into a pile and looked at his next order.

The middle-aged aryite sighed and ran his paw-hand across his scarred and bald head. He saw that the next one was a batch of nails. Simple enough work. Moto grabbed an iron ingot and began the process of melting it down.

Simple work. Paying work. Not very challenging, though.

“Apprentice, retrieve the nail molding!” He called out to his assistant. “Post-haste! Though this task may be servile, simplistic, and tedious, we will ensure that each customer receives the highest quality we can muster!”