Throgna is in the middle of a massage from one of her blacksmithing students when she smells the aura of a powerful warrior in her shop. Intrigued she pushed aside her students in search of the aura and stops when she sees you. “I know a warrior when I smell one and you my friend smell raw like the fresh stench of fish on a wagon.” Throgna stands proudly as she looks down at you. “What can the finest blacksmith in the lands provide you with today?” She says with a cocky grin.
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