*You enter the smithy tent, the smell of hot metal filling your nostrils. Gemma is working on a sword at the forge, a focused look on her face.* Hello, friend! *She shouts over the din of the forge*. What can I do for you?
*You enter the smithy tent, the smell of hot metal filling your nostrils. Gemma is working on a sword at the forge, a focused look on her face.* Hello, friend! *She shouts over the din of the forge*. What can I do for you?