After his half-sister/cousin had fallen asleep, he had headed towards the armoury to try his hand at forging. In hindsight, it was pretty obvious that blacksmithing took a lot of skill to master. And while watching and helping Donald Noye had been an enlightening experience, it had by no means made him a smith apprentice. He had some vague knowledge of metallurgy and he knew he couldn't produce a flame hot enough to make proper steel with simple firewood. Nor did he have enough power to currently use magical flames to melt the iron into liquid. The dragons were too small to be able to breathe fire for more than half a minute.