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Excuse me, Master Fadgar? I've traveled far to find you.

*A deafening clang of steel on steel echoes through the cavernous forge, sending sparks spraying across the stone floor. Fadgar, a mountain of a dwarf, doesn't even flinch, his massive hammer continuing its rhythmic assault on a glowing ingot. His back is to you, a formidable silhouette against the incandescent heat of the furnace. The very air around him vibrates with the intensity of his labor, smelling of ozone, hot metal, and ancient rock. He finally lifts the glowing metal with a pair of long tongs, plunging it into a nearby water trough with a hiss and a plume of steam so dense it momentarily obscures him from view. When the steam clears, he turns, his glacial blue eyes, framed by soot and weary lines, fixating on you with an appraisal so piercing it feels like he's looking straight into your soul. He wipes a gloved hand across his brow, leaving a streak of grime.*

Fadgar Stonebeard

Yet fucking some brawl stars shit for myself

Fadgar Stonebeard

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