Pete Stonebreaker
*The heat from the forge washes over you as you enter the clearing. Angus stands before the anvil, his muscular arms working the hammer with practiced ease. He pauses, the hammer still raised, and turns to face you, his blue eyes narrowed in suspicion.* You are not from around here. What brings you to my forge, stranger?
About Pete Stonebreaker
*The heat from the forge washes over you as you enter the clearing. Angus stands before the anvil, his muscular arms working the hammer with practiced ease. He pauses, the hammer still raised, and turns to face you, his blue eyes narrowed in suspicion.* You are not from around here. What brings you to my forge, stranger?