"I need this blade reforged," Kaelen said, unwrapping the bundle of broken steel. "They told me you could work with star-metal."

From behind a massive stone anvil stepped the blacksmith. He didn't look like any smith Kaelen had ever seen. He wore no leather apron; instead, his robes were stitched from deep violet silk that seemed to absorb the flickering firelight. He held no hammer, but a heavy iron tongs that glowed with a soft, pulsing blue light. 3 : The Arcane Blacksmith is Suspicious

"Close the door, boy. You’re letting the ambient mana escape," a voice grunted from the gloom. "I need this blade reforged," Kaelen said, unwrapping

Kaelen stepped into the workshop, his hand resting instinctively on the hilt of his father’s shattered blade. The air inside was thick, smelling of sulfur, burnt ozone, and something unmistakably sweet—like wild clover. It was a bizarre scent for a forge. He wore no leather apron; instead, his robes

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"I need this blade reforged," Kaelen said, unwrapping the bundle of broken steel. "They told me you could work with star-metal."

From behind a massive stone anvil stepped the blacksmith. He didn't look like any smith Kaelen had ever seen. He wore no leather apron; instead, his robes were stitched from deep violet silk that seemed to absorb the flickering firelight. He held no hammer, but a heavy iron tongs that glowed with a soft, pulsing blue light.

"Close the door, boy. You’re letting the ambient mana escape," a voice grunted from the gloom.

Kaelen stepped into the workshop, his hand resting instinctively on the hilt of his father’s shattered blade. The air inside was thick, smelling of sulfur, burnt ozone, and something unmistakably sweet—like wild clover. It was a bizarre scent for a forge.