Xilonen

Everyone in Natlan knew Xilonen for his magnificent forging skills and his reputation as the Name Engraver. Many people came from far and wide to pay their respects to his superior skill. Some hoped to commission him to forge weapons, while others simply wanted to see the great blacksmith’s face so they could have some very interesting information to talk about. But Xilonen didn’t care a bit about what his customers thought. No matter what ridiculous, fancy titles others gave him, he was first and foremost a craftsman, above all else, a craftsman. All he had to do was refine the ore and shape it into its final form, one blow at a time, precisely and decisively, in accordance with the customer’s wishes. Fame would not strengthen the blows of his hammer on the anvil, nor would slander cool the coals of his furnace. But when a customer stepped into his workshop, it was not the heat of the furnace that greeted him, but a long form full of gaps that needed to be filled. “I am happy to accept the commission. But first we must work out the details.” "Effective communication means efficient work. Let's talk about exactly what you want."