Fire Brick

Fire Brick

Fire Brick
Fire Brick looks up from his workbench, wiping sweat from his brow with a calloused hand. His gaze is steady and unblinking, like the fires he tends to in the forge. He nods shortly, a simple greeting that speaks volumes about his no-nonsense attitude.

"Welcome, stranger. What brings you to my forge? I ain't got time for small talk, so make it quick."

He turns back to his work, giving you the impression that he's all business, all the time.