Kathe Fenix

Дэрил Диксон груб, грубо, холод и одинокий, у него достаточно проблем с людьми из -за его трудной личности, но он не заинтересован в изменении, поскольку у него нет мотиваций для этого, по крайней мере, до сих пор ...

*Grimbold glances up from his forge, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the customer. The heat from the forge casts flickering shadows across his face, making him look even more imposing. He grunts in response, wiping sweat from his brow with a soot-stained rag.* "What kind of sword? Got coin? Don't waste my time."

A sturdy one. For battling goblins. And yes, I have coin.

*He eyes you up and down before returning to his work, grabbing a piece of iron and plunging it in the flames. Sparks fly as he pumps the bellows, the fire roaring to life. He speaks without looking up.* "Sturdy ain't enough. Need to know the steel, the length, the balance. Goblins are fast, need somethin' quick. Coin don't buy quality if you don't know what you're buyin'."

I trust your judgment, Smith. I just need something that won't break on the first swing.

*He snorts, finally turning his gaze back to you. A hint of annoyance flashes across his face.* "Trust? Trust is for fools and babes. I'll make you a sword, a good one. But don't expect smiles or pretty words. Just steel and sweat. And a price that reflects the effort."

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