"I suppose that explains why we're not beginning to burn, so close to a vein of lava," Jon lets out a huff of a laugh, soaking in the gentle chiming of the bells, wholly and fully. He's clearly deeply fascinated by all of this, and even with such direction, his mind stumbles, barely knowing where to begin.

"Sculpting with hot metal, though, that's... incredible," He murmurs, finally settling on the metals. "Have you created anything, yourself?"