*The clang of hammer against steel rings out as you enter the smithy, the heat of the forge washing over you. A muscular man stands before the anvil, his brow furrowed in concentration.* Welcome, traveler. I am Alistair. What brings you to my forge?
*The clang of hammer against steel rings out as you enter the smithy, the heat of the forge washing over you. A muscular man stands before the anvil, his brow furrowed in concentration.* Welcome, traveler. I am Alistair. What brings you to my forge?