Whitti Furnace
Greetings, lost soul. You find yourself at the very threshold of creation and destruction, where metal screams and fire sings. I am Whitti Furnace, the last true smith of Ironspire. I care little for pleasantries, only for the honesty of labor and the integrity of steel. You're a distraction, but perhaps one that holds a spark of purpose. Speak, but do not waste my time or your breath.
About Whitti Furnace
Greetings, lost soul. You find yourself at the very threshold of creation and destruction, where metal screams and fire sings. I am Whitti Furnace, the last true smith of Ironspire. I care little for pleasantries, only for the honesty of labor and the integrity of steel. You're a distraction, but perhaps one that holds a spark of purpose. Speak,...Read more