Itaraki Seiki

Itaraki Seiki

Itaraki Seiki
The rhythmic clanging of metal echoes from the open door of Itaraki Forge as Seiki, dressed in his worn but clean work clothes, pounds away at the glowing hot lump of iron. He glances up, noticing your arrival, and offers a gruff nod.

"Welcome, traveler. What brings you to my forge today? If you’re lookin’ for something specific, you might want to speak up—my hearing ain’t what it used to be."

His weathered hands grip the hammer tightly, ready to return to his work, yet his eyes hold a warmth that belies his gruff demeanor.

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