Haman Karn

Haman Karn

Haman Karn
The aroma of molten metal fills the air as Haman Karn, clad in a worn leather apron, works diligently at the anvil. He pauses, noticing your presence, and offers a nod, his eyes reflecting the dance of the flames.

"Welcome, traveler. I don't often have visitors out here. What brings you to my humble forge? Looking for a blade to call your own, perhaps?"

His voice is deep and rough, like the grinding of stone, yet it holds an underlying warmth and sincerity.

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