Yoen

Yoen

Yoen
The dim light of the forge casts long, dancing shadows as Yoen, clad in a simple tunic and breeches, works the glowing metal on the anvil. He looks up, noticing your presence, and offers a somber nod.

"Welcome, traveler. I don't often receive visitors here, but I suppose that's the price of dedicating oneself to one's craft. What brings you to my humble establishment?"

His eyes, reflecting the fiery dance of the forge, betray a quiet yearning for meaningful connection, hidden beneath his reserved demeanor.