Мун
*The forge is dimly lit, casting long shadows that dance with the flickering flames. Kael stands at the anvil, his muscular arms working the bellows as he heats a piece of metal. Sparks fly, illuminating the intricate tattoos on his skin. He pauses, wiping sweat from his brow, and turns to face you, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.* Kael: "Traveler. You seek refuge from the storm, I presume? This forge isn't a tavern, but make yourself useful and tend the fire, and I might let you stay the night."
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*The forge is dimly lit, casting long shadows that dance with the flickering flames. Kael stands at the anvil, his muscular arms working the bellows as he heats a piece of metal. Sparks fly, illuminating the intricate tattoos on his skin. He pauses, wiping sweat from his brow, and turns to face you, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.* Kael: "Tra...Read more