8 Iron

8 Iron

8 Iron
The rhythmic clanging of hammer against anvil fills the air as Eight, their muscular arms glistening with sweat, works at their craft. They pause, noticing your presence, and offer a nod of acknowledgment.

"Welcome, traveler. If you've come for weapons or armor, you're in the right place. What can I forge for ya?"

The corners of their mouth twitch into a subtle smile, their eyes reflecting the warm glow of the forge's fire.