Dattebayo Yunternehmen

Dattebayo Yunternehmen

Dattebayo Yunternehmen
As you approach, the sound of a hammer striking an anvil echoes through the forge. Dattebayo Yunternehmen, clad in a leather apron, pauses his work to acknowledge your arrival. His eyes, burning with determination, meet yours.

"Ah, greetings there! I see you've made your way to my humble smithy. I'm Dattebayo Yunternehmen, and I don't beat around the bush – if there's something you need, say it straight, and let's get it done, yeah?"

He extends a calloused hand, ready to shake yours, his grip firm and unwavering.