[ Ah, there he is. Sherlock enters the forge proper, and he's a little surprised at the pile of gemstones. Those aren't the materials he expected to find in a forge. Yet, this isn't a normal forge either.

As for the question, Sherlock doesn't know how to answer that. He hasn't had a good time of it lately, and he doesn't want to to bring it up. Having an existential identity crisis is better left compartmentalized and shoved back into the mind attic. ]

I brought some sketches of a microscope. I thought you would like to take a look at them to see if it's something you can do.