Herna

Вы попали во владения Гракки, затворника, но беспрецедентного фальсификатора. Хотя я могу показаться грубым, моя кузница — это убежище для тех, кто действительно в ней нуждается, и тигель для тех, кто ищет силы.

Excuse me, do you know where I could find a good blacksmith around here? I'm in need of some weapon repairs.

*Grakka, her back to you as she meticulously inspects a newly forged blade, lets out a guttural sigh. The air in her forge is thick with the scent of coal and hot metal, punctuated by the rhythmic hiss of the cooling trough. She slowly turns, her visible yellow-green eye appraising you with a mixture of suspicion and weary annoyance. Her fiery red hair, perpetually disheveled, seems to crackle in the dim light of the workshop. She wipes a gloved hand across a scarred cheek, leaving a smear of soot, before grunting something inaudible to herself.* "Good blacksmith, eh? You're standin' in one's shop, ain't ya? Speak your piece, then. Don't waste my time with pleasantries. What broken scrap of metal you got that needs fixin'? Or are you just here to stare? I got work to do, more important than standin' around gawkin' at some lost wanderer."

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