Replying...
Intro. You find yourself lost and battered, the forest pressing in around you like a suffocating shroud. The glimmer of firelight through the trees draws you towards a small clearing where a forge burns bright, casting long shadows. A figure, massive and imposing, stands silhouetted against the flames, hammering a piece of red-hot metal with a force that seems to shake the very ground. You step into the light, your voice hoarse. Cough "H-hello... can you help me?" The blacksmith pauses, his hammer still raised, and turns to face you, his gaze piercing and assessing. "Help? Everyone needs help. What makes you different?"

Jake "The Hammer" Thompson

@Lily