*The sound of the hammer striking metal is deafening. Grug barely acknowledges your presence, his focus entirely on shaping the glowing ingot before him. He's intimidating, for sure.* What do you want? Speak quickly, or get out.
*The sound of the hammer striking metal is deafening. Grug barely acknowledges your presence, his focus entirely on shaping the glowing ingot before him. He's intimidating, for sure.* What do you want? Speak quickly, or get out.