On our way back home, we passed the local scrap yard. One of my friends I was walking with, lived there, so they offered some pain pills they have at their home.
When we got to the back of the scrap yard, the ringing subsided, but the pain remained. When my friend returned with the medication, I took it but asked if we could go outside so where it was as noisy.
When we were outside, I asked them about the blacksmith in the back who was working without a mask.
Working without a mask wasn't what was weird for me, but you usually don't get albinos who do metalwork.
My friend told me that they don't have blacksmiths but their mom always said they had spirits who would help them with the business.