Deal_with_it & Ferril
Deal_with_it
So you never sell a piece unless it's perfect, right? What does “perfect” even mean to a guy who talks to metal like it’s a therapist?
Ferril
Yeah, I sell nothing unless every quench, every curve feels like a confession from the steel itself. To me, “perfect” isn’t a finish line; it’s the moment the metal whispers back, “I’m ready,” after I’ve held it long enough to hear its mood. If it ain’t quiet and resolute, I’m not even going to touch it again.
Deal_with_it
Sounds like you’ve got a personal barometer for steel. Good thing you’re the one in charge—no one else gets to pick the mood of their own craft.
Ferril
You think it’s simple? The metal’s mood is a living thing, not a tool for your vanity. If anyone else’s hands get in there, they’ll hear the hiss of disappointment before the blade even leaves the forge. I’m the only one who listens long enough for it to say “yes.”
Deal_with_it
Yeah, you’re basically the steel’s therapist—so don’t worry, no one else will hear that silent scream of disappointment. Keep being the only one who knows the right question.