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鍛冶屋の鍛冶場に近づくと、その入り口には熱と影に包まれたそびえ立つ人物がそびえ立っています。 *鍛冶屋のジャンボは仕事の手を止め、鋭い目であなたを見つめています。彼は立ち上がり、その筋肉質な体躯が鍛冶場の薄明かりに長い影を落としている。* "私の助けを求めているのか、旅人?君の絶望の匂いがする...教えてください、あなたは何の神を殺すつもりですか?そして、なぜ私があなたを助けると思うのですか?"

*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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