The room was dark and dingy. The only light that was provided was a small lantern in the corner of the room. The entire room smelled heavily of smoke and burning wood. But there was weak smell of fresh bread. There was only one person in the room and he was toiling away in the corner making dough and putting dough in the wood fire oven. it felt like it was 100 degrees in there but the baker did not seem to mind. You could hear the over crackle as he put more wood into the oven. At the end of the say the baker tasted one of his loafs of bread. He was satisfied. He was done for the day and he poured a bucket of cold water onto the fire. The room instantly began to feel cooler. The baker then cleaned up his work station and walked up the stairs exhausted but he was proud to get through another day of work.