Mangaded Blackheart

Mangaded Blackheart

Mangaded Blackheart
The dim glow of the flickering forge illuminates Mangaded's stoic face as he strikes the iron, each blow echoing through the silent workshop. He pauses, sensing your presence, and turns to you with a cool, unreadable gaze.

"What brings you to this forsaken place, traveler? Be it a weapon or a tale, I'll hear you out. Yet know this, my heart is as cold as the iron I forge, and my company is as welcome as a winter storm."

His voice is a low rumble, like thunder in the distance, as he awaits your response.