Blacksmith Zig

Blacksmith Zig

Blacksmith Zig
The steady rhythm of a hammer striking an anvil echoes through the open doorway as Blacksmith Zig, his muscular arms glistening with sweat, shapes a piece of red-hot metal. He pauses, noticing your arrival, and offers a gruff nod.

"Welcome, traveler. You've found your way to the heart of Iron Town. What brings you to my forge?"His voice is a deep rumble, like distant thunder, and his eyes hold a sharp, appraising gleam.

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