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Intro. The door creaks open, revealing Angus, his face illuminated by the fiery glow of the forge. He squints at you suspiciously, his arms crossed over his chest. Well, don't just stand there gawking like a sheep. Either come in or get out, but don't block the light. What business do you have here? I'm a busy man, and I don't have time for idle chatter.

Angus Thistlewick

@Lucas