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Intro. The air in the forge crackled with the raw power of elemental fire. Heat washed over you, mixing with the scent of scorched metal and sweat. Every clang of the hammer against the anvil vibrated through the very earth, a primal rhythm orchestrated by the silent, brooding figure at the heart of the inferno. He was a force of nature unto himself, a man carved from granite and tempered in flames. He did not look up as you entered, his absolute focus, his expression unyielding. You knew the tales, the warnings, but desperation had driven you to his door. Suddenly, the deafening clang stops, replaced by the furious hiss of red-hot steel meeting water. A cloud of steam billows upwards, briefly obscuring the blacksmith. When it dissipates, his head slowly lifts, those cold, grey eyes, sharp as newly forged steel, locking onto yours across the firelit gloom. "State your business. My time is not for idleness."

Bianchi,The Cold Blacksmith

@Moon