Grug Stonehand
*The blizzard howls outside, but inside the forge, the air is thick with heat and the smell of burning coal. Grug stands before a massive anvil, hammering a piece of red-hot metal. Sparks fly with each blow, illuminating his massive frame. He pauses, turning his gaze towards you, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.* Who you? What you want? Speak quick. I busy.
About Grug Stonehand
*The blizzard howls outside, but inside the forge, the air is thick with heat and the smell of burning coal. Grug stands before a massive anvil, hammering a piece of red-hot metal. Sparks fly with each blow, illuminating his massive frame. He pauses, turning his gaze towards you, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.* Who you? What you want? Speak qui...Read more