Realizing that he was near a local settlement, [Character] thought to stop there awhile. There, rumor quickly reached his ear of a fine Dwarven blacksmith, exceptionally skilled in the forging of arms and amour. His investigations eventually led him to a small smithy, black smoke issuing from a broken chimney. Ducking his head beneath the low door mantle, his eyes watered as he squinted through the smoky room, the acrid smell of smoke and sweat and burned wood thick in his head, the cry of hammer on anvil loud in his ears. Still, blinking away his tears, as he grew accustomed to the dim light he found that he could see enough to make out the hunched figure of the blacksmith, bent over his task as he brought down his hammer once more, sparks flying as he beat shape into the red hot metal. [Character]’s coughing eventually catching the dwarf’s attention, he looked up from his work to scowl, brandishing a still-burning blade. “What business have you here, to intrude, uninvited as you are?”
Character Encounter
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| Options | Loyalists | Neutral | Usurpers |
|---|---|---|---|
| Ask the dwarf for a DRINK to soothe his throat that he might speak with him | ? | ? | ? |
| ATTACK | ? | ? | ? |
| FLEE for fear of the hot blade being brandished | ? | ? | ? |
| FLATTER him with talk of his great reputation | ? | ? | ? |