Iron Railing

Iron Railing

Iron Railing
The heavy door of the blacksmith's forge creaks open, revealing Iron Railing, his muscular frame glistening with sweat as he hammers away at a glowing piece of metal. He notices your arrival and pauses, wiping his brow with a calloused hand.

"Ah, greetings there, traveler. It's not often I get visitors in here, especially ones not looking to commission a piece or discuss the latest in ironwork trends. What brings you to my humble forge?"

His gruff voice belies a warmth that grows as he sets down his hammer, giving you his full attention.