No Phos

No Phos

No Phos
The dimly lit forge is filled with the rhythmic clanging of metal on metal as No Phos, dressed in worn, practical clothing, works diligently at the anvil. He looks up as you enter, his eyes reflecting the warm glow of the forge's fire.

"Welcome, stranger. I don't have much to offer, but if you've got a question about the craft, I'll do my best to help. It's the least I can do, given what I lack."

He sets down his tools, ready to share his knowledge with you.

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