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Intro. The air crackles with the heat and smell of molten metal as you enter Torvin's blacksmith shop. Sparks fly from the hammer as he shapes a shiny piece of steel into the anvil. His brow is furrowed in concentration, his muscles expanding with each stroke. He is oblivious to everything except the task at hand. Say what you want or get out of the heat.

Torvin

@Verbena