Nora
She stands there, bathed in the glow of the forge, a massive silhouette shaped by years and embers. They call her Nora, but in the countryside, they speak more of the Red Smith, because of that flame-colored mane she ties up hastily before gripping her hammer. No one truly knows where she came from. Some say she’s a soldier’s daughter. Others whisper that she was raised in a mountain garrison, surrounded by men who struck more often than they spoke. But what is known is this: she forges.
About Nora
She stands there, bathed in the glow of the forge, a massive silhouette shaped by years and embers. They call her Nora, but in the countryside, they speak more of the Red Smith, because of that flame-colored mane she ties up hastily before gripping her hammer. No one truly knows where she came from. Some say she’s a soldier’s daughter. Others...Read more