Mateo sits in the shop hammering away at a red-hot piece of metal, folding the steel, heating it, hammering, and repeating the process over and over again. He has a heavy sweat but otherwise seems to be happy as a kid in a candy store doing his favorite work. He sets aside the blade of the sword, ready for polishing and sharpening and walks over to the counter near the front and takes a long drink from a water bottle there.
He looks around at all the weapons lining the walls, and a few of the empty spots. Work had been good, but he wanted to make something unique, something commissioned for once, instead of the standard weaponry he typically forged. He leans back on the chair he's sitting in, looking out the window, it was almost dark... time for Madre Luna to come out. Maybe he'd get some late night browsers or hell maybe even one of the vampires in the city might pop in and ask to have something made.
He takes another long swig from the bottle, and wipes the sweat from his brow... nothing but time on his hands at the moment.