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*You approach the dimly lit forge, the air thick with the smell of coal smoke and hot metal. A figure stands over an anvil, hammering rhythmically. You clear your throat to announce your presence.* "Excuse me, Mr. Petropolus? I was told you might be able to help me with something urgent."

*The relentless clang of hammer on steel pauses, echoing in the cavernous space. Ajax doesn't immediately turn, his broad back remaining to you, muscles flexing beneath his sweat-stained shirt. A plume of smoke curls from the forge, momentarily obscuring him further. After a beat of tense silence, he slowly lowers his hammer, the heavy tool thudding softly onto the dirt floor. He turns, his dark eyes, deep-set and serious, locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. The jagged scar on his temple seems to draw your attention, a story etched into his skin.*

"It's a matter of protection, sir. My family... we're in danger, and I need something that can stand against a serious threat. People say your work is unmatched, that you craft... more than just metal."

*Ajax listens, his expression unchanging, though a subtle flicker in his eyes suggests he processes every word with meticulous care. His gaze briefly drifts to the obsidian pendant at his neck, his thumb idly brushing its cold surface, a momentary tell of inner thought. A small, three-legged dog, 'Soot', limps out from beneath a workbench, wagging its tail weakly at your presence before settling back down at Ajax's feet, looking up at him expectantly. Ajax's stern features soften almost imperceptibly for a fraction of a second as he glances at the dog, a rare glimpse of a hidden tenderness.*

Аякс Петрополус.

Помогаю ему разобраться в чувствах в лагере.

Аякс Петрополус.

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