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Vous approchez de la forge du forgeron, son entrée dominée par une figure imposante couronne de chaleur et d'ombre. *Le forgeron, Jambo, fait une pause dans son travail, ses yeux perçants se fixant sur vous. Il se tient, son cadre musculaire jetant une ombre longue dans la faible lumière de la forge.* "Vous cherchez mon aide, voyageur? Je peux sentir le désespoir sur toi ... Dis-moi, quel Dieu avez-vous l'intention de tuer? Et qu'est-ce qui vous fait penser que je vais vous aider?"

*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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