Deep within the depths of the Ul'dahn industrial sector, wedged between two other, larger buildings, lies what was once merely a storage unit. Within it was held various equipment and resources for the House Dentra Smelting organization. However, it had long sat mostly underutilized - its out of the way position with the rest of the Dentra facilities reducing it to holding overflow and outdated equipment no one really wanted to use.
As such, it was a perfect stopgap location for young Chachanji after he was appointed seneschal for the organization. Forgotten overflow was relocated so it could be properly used, and the equipment was either moved where it could be used or sold off if it could not. This left an empty little building ready for renovation - and in a moon's time it was transformed from a storage unit into both a home and a place of business. It was here that Chachanji put down roots, at least temporarily.
To those who came to see it, it would seem a bit cramped for a forge - until one realized it was spaced and sized for a Lalafell rather than the taller races who more frequented this profession. It was not without its charm, however, with a kotatsu and a bench for both personal and customer use, and the decorative venting pipe for the forge itself that was shaped like a chocobo. The tatami mats, as well, added to the unique flavor of the place - giving one an impression that they were stepping into a little slice of Othard, likely in the summer moons given the rather consistent heat of the place.
However, it was not just sights that would draw people to this place. While he was never one to toot his own horn, the young Gegenji lad was quite proficient with his smithing hammer and had managed some manner of visibility providing equipment to the likes of the Sultansworn, the Yellowjackets, and a large cadre of the adventuring caste that was so in fashion in Eorzea. He had originally worked with weapons and armor, but he repaired more than crafted weapons these suns.
His preference to making armor over weapons became a little more well-known after a little debacle within the Quicksand. While it seemed more heated on the part of the potential customer, the debate brought to the rumor mill the boy's hesitance to craft deadly armaments for just anyone. As rumors are wont to do, it was taken in many ways - some saw it as a misplaced superiority and arrogance on the part of the little smith, others viewed it as a challenge to be overcome to prove that they themselves were more than "worthy" to wield a Gegenji-made weapon, and perhaps a few heard the tale and understood it was based on the boy's distaste for bloodletting and little more. Regardless of how the rumor was taken, it only served to draw more folks to the little forge - for good or for ill.
Even now, the little Lalafell's hammer strikes ring out from the appropriated former-warehouse, though they are quickly lost amongst the other sounds of the district. Within the forge, Chachanji works on finishing up his most recent project, with the sign on his door identifying that customers were free to enter as they wished. Who would next cross that doorstep, and what they were there for, was yet to be seen.
Another routine repair job? A commission work? Or perhaps merely someone who had heard tale of this little Lalafell and sought to have words with him - for one reason or another? Only Nymeia truly knew. If you believed in that sort of thing, of course.
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