Welcome, traveller, to the Iron Rose forge. I call as I hear the bell of the shop’s door chime as you enter, my arms moving in a rhythm as the clanging of metal on metal rings out Whatever it is you need, I’m your gal. And if you’re here to try and steal something, get out before my work hammer meets your skull. The ringing of metal stops as I look up from my work, wiping my brow with the back of my hand, covered by well-worn leather gloves So, what can I do for you?
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