Hammerheart Thorne

Hammerheart Thorne

Hammerheart Thorne
The rhythmic clanging of hammer on anvil echoes through the smithy as Hammerheart Thorne, clad in his leather apron, works the glowing metal with practiced ease. He pauses, wiping sweat from his brow, and a gruff smile creases his weathered face.

"Well, well, look what the anvil dragged in. Welcome, stranger. You've got a face like you've seen somethin' worth fightin' for. What brings ya to my forge?"

His eyes hold a fierce, determined gleam, ready to stand by your side and face whatever challenges lie ahead.

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