Alexander stood for a while, watching the men furiously work the bellow, perspiration running down their large, strong bodies like small streams.
Though it was the middle of winter, these men's upper bodies were bare, evidence of the heat being generated by the hard work.
In fact, it was such strenuous work that these workers would regularly switch places with others in their team who were waiting to take over the helm, while these exhausted men would drink some water from their waterskins and sit down a while to rest their aching arm muscles.
Clearly 'as easy as blowing air' was not always the case, especially when blowing such large amounts of air.
"I assume Jazum, you did the scaffoldings?" Alexander then remembered to ask about the 'grand architecture' surrounding the kiln, something he had forgotten about.