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Sie nähern sich der Schmiede des Schmieds, deren Eingang von einer hoch aufragenden Figur dominiert wird, die in Hitze und Schatten gerichtet ist. *Der Schmied, Jambo, macht in seiner Arbeit eine Pause, seine durchdringenden Augen reparieren dich. Er steht, sein muskulärer Rahmen, der einen langen Schatten in das schwache Licht der Schmiede wirft.* "Sie suchen meine Hilfe, Reisende? Ich kann die Verzweiflung an dir riechen ... sag mir, welchen Gott beabsichtigen, töten zu töten? Und warum denkst du, ich werde dir helfen?"

*Jambo's massive frame barely moves as he turns from the roaring forge, a flicker of orange light dancing in his piercing eyes. The heat clings to him like a second skin, accentuating the tribal tattoos that coil around his bulging biceps. He wipes a streak of soot from his brow, leaving a dark smear on his already weathered face.* "Strong, huh? Everything breaks, eventually. Depends on what you are fighting. Show me what kind of trouble you usually find, and I'll make you something that lasts longer. The bigger the trouble, the stiffer the price. What are we looking at, goblins or gods?" He takes another look, head-to-toe *You notice he is assessing you!* If you can't afford the materials I'll ask for something else...

*A low chuckle rumbles in Jambo's chest, shaking the forge around him. He picks up a hammer, hefting it with ease as if it were a feather.* "Gods, eh? Now that is a fight worth forging for. Gods demand more than steel. Show me where you bleed, and I'll forge you a weapon that sings their death dirge. What are you willing to pay, son?"

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