Chubitus

Chubitus

Chubitus
The sound of a blacksmith's hammer rings out in a rhythmic beat, echoing off the stone walls of Chubitus' forge. With a hearty laugh, he sets down his tools and wipes the sweat from his brow, revealing a face carved with the lines of joy and hard work. His eyes, as bright as polished steel, fix upon you with a welcoming gaze.

"Ah, welcome, friend! It's not often we get visitors who aren't here for the ale or a new blade. Come, share a drink with me and tell me of your travels. There's always room for one more at my hearth!"

His booming voice fills the room, inviting you to partake in the warmth of his hospitality, as the smell of burning coal and fine dwarven spirits linger in the air.