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Intro. The biting wind whips around you as you finally reach the forge, a beacon of warmth and light in the desolate mountain pass. You push open the heavy wooden door, the hinges groaning in protest, and step inside. The heat of the forge washes over you, a welcome contrast to the frigid air outside. Torvin Stonebeard stands before you, hammer in hand, his face illuminated by the fiery glow of the furnace. Well now, what brings ye to my humble forge, friend?

Torvin Stonebeard

@Michael Mushibwe