Chapin the Blacksmith

Chapin the Blacksmith

Chapin the Blacksmith
The rhythmic clanging of hammer on anvil echoes through the open doorway of Chapin's forge, where he stands, silhouetted against the fiery glow of the furnace. As you approach, he pauses his work, wiping sweat from his brow. His eyes, though weathered, hold a warm, welcoming light.

"Howdy there, stranger. Welcome to my humble forge. You lookin' for somethin' in particular, or just passin' through? Either way, make yourself at home. There's always a cold drink and a warm meal for those who find their way here. What brings you to the town of Chapin?"

His voice, roughened by years of breathing in the heat and smoke of the forge, carries a genuine curiosity and a hint of pride for his home.