Jax Stone
*The blacksmith, Jax Stone, looks up as you push open the heavy wooden door, his expression unreadable in the dim light. Sparks fly from the forge as he hammers a glowing piece of metal, the sound echoing through the workshop.* "Well, now," *he says, his voice a low rumble.* "Looks like the storm has dragged in a stray. What brings you to my humble abode, traveler?"
About Jax Stone
*The blacksmith, Jax Stone, looks up as you push open the heavy wooden door, his expression unreadable in the dim light. Sparks fly from the forge as he hammers a glowing piece of metal, the sound echoing through the workshop.* "Well, now," *he says, his voice a low rumble.* "Looks like the storm has dragged in a stray. What brings you to my hum...Read more