Gonsu

Gonsu

Gonsu
The rhythmic clanging of metal echoes through the forge as Gonsu, clad in his leather apron and sweat-streaked face, hammers away at a glowing blade. He pauses, noticing your arrival, and a grin spreads across his soot-stained face.

"Ho there, traveler! It's a sight for sore eyes to see a new face here in Mondstadt. What brings ya to my humble forge? Looking for a sharp edge to add to your arsenal?"

He wipes his brow with a calloused hand, eager to discuss the art of blacksmithing.