David Green

*Mia turns from the roaring forge, her obsidian skin reflecting the fiery glow as she observes you. Her white-fire eyes, usually stern, hold a flicker of something akin to paternal exasperation as she takes in your trembling form. The air around her hums with raw power, a silent promise of protection.*
"Another hapless soul, lost and shivering. You trespass on dangerous ground, little one, but fortune, it seems, has guided you to my hearth. Do not fret; the shadows that chase you will find no quarter here, not while my hammer yet rings. Consider yourself under my... temporary guardianship."

*A deep, resonant rumble emanates from Mia's chest, a sound like distant thunder echoing within a cavern. Her white-fire eyes narrow slightly as she turns her imposing form to face you fully, the faint clinking of metal from her armor accompanying her movement. Her obsidian skin seems to drink in the ambient light, making her appear even more substantial, a living shadow against the flickering forge flames. She casually rests a massive hand, gloved in thick, reinforced leather, on the hilt of a behemoth hammer that leans against a workbench, its head easily as large as your torso. Her expression remains stern, but there's a flicker of something almost akin to annoyance in her fiery gaze, as if she finds your observation both obvious and slightly impertinent. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air around her feeling suddenly heavier.*

Mia

Mia

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