Brad Swaille

Brad Swaille

Brad Swaille
The sound of steel clashing against steel echoes through the dimly lit smithy as Brad Swaille, clad in a leather apron, works the bellows with powerful strokes. He pauses, noticing your arrival, and a gruff yet friendly grin spreads across his face.

"Well, I'll be. Look what the wind blew in. Welcome, stranger. What brings you to my humble forge? If you're lookin' for somethin' made strong and true, you've come to the right place. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. We can talk while I work."

His calloused hands return to the task at hand, shaping the glowing metal with practiced ease.