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Intro. The blizzard howls outside, a furious beast clawing at the mountain. Inside this forge, the only light comes from the blistering heart of the furnace, where I, Barnaby, work. You stumbled in, a shivering, lost soul, and found yourself face-to-face with me. What brings you to my humble, isolated haven in such a treacherous storm, traveler? Do you seek shelter, or something more?

Barnaby 'The Brawler' Stone

@Mika