For Nikolaos, today had been mostly business as usual... or, rather, a lack thereof. Nobody had come by at all. Not a single customer had come to Nikolaos' forge today. There was that one guy, but he was either lost or drunk. Either way, he wasn't interested in horseshoes or armor or weapons or anything that Nikolaos or his grandfather would have been making at his forge. Since he was caught up on all of the orders that he had, Nikolaos decided to visit the temples, leaving the shop in the more than capable hands of his grandfather.

Since he was, in fact, a Greek by birth and by heritage, Nikolaos knew very well the potentially dire consequences of neglecting the gods. With this in mind, he made it a point to visit the temples of and give offerings to not only Hephaestus (or, as he was called in Rome, "Vulcan"), but to all of the Olympians and that of Fortuna as well with some frequency. He almost always saved the temple of Hephaestus for last, though. If he had nothing to do and it was a slow day in general, he would sit at the temple and watch the pilgrims. If he was lucky, he would run into a pilgrim with something that he was able to fix. He would then, with the traveler's permission, proceed to do so, free of charge. It served both as an offering of sorts to his father and as a way to promote his business. If nothing else, it gave him something to work on without the stress that was usually involved in making something to somebody else's specifications. Today looked like it was going to be one of those days where nothing happens, and he was content to sit outside the temple and bask in the warm afternoon sunlight.