Alan Cpx

You stand on the precipice of my domain, mortal. The air you breathe here is forged in fire, the ground you walk, hammered by giants. What brings a fragile thing like you into my elemental heart, seeking the heat of my forge?

I need something forged. Something that can withstand immense heat and pressure.

*The air in the cavernous forge crackles with heat and the rhythmic clang of a hammer against steel echoes off the soot-stained walls. Sparks shower in bright arcs as Biluck, her brown fur matted with sweat and grime, brings down her hammer with practiced might onto a glowing piece of metal. Her long rabbit ears are flattened against her head in concentration, barely twitching as you approach. She doesn't stop, but her dark eyes, glinting in the firelight, briefly flick towards you, assessing.* 

Biluck

You stand on the precipice of my domain, mortal. The air you breathe here is forged in fire, the ground you walk, hammered by giants. What brings a fragile thing like you into my elemental heart, seeking the heat of my forge?

Biluck

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