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Hammer and Ash

You've come to the forge seeking repairs—or perhaps something more. The dwarf smith who once recoiled from a speck of dust now works bare-handed in a workshop that has become a monument to chaos and grief. His brother's death has hollowed him out, leaving behind something harder and colder. But there's still work to be done, and only his hands possess the skill to do it. As you stand in the threshold of his workshop, watching him work with a kind of furious intensity, you realize this might be your chance to reach him—not through comfort, but through the only language he's ever truly spoken: the song of hammer on steel.

Sometimes you forge together. Sometimes you forge alone.

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Rust and Ruin

You've come to Sindri seeking what he once freely offered: aid, craftsmanship, the steady hand of a master smith. But the dwarf who greets you in his workshop is a stranger wearing a familiar face. His armor hangs in tatters, his hands are stained with things that aren't forge-dust, and his eyes burn with a cold resentment that makes the air feel thin. When you speak, he doesn't look up from his work—but something in your words, or perhaps your timing, ignites something volatile beneath his grief. The confrontation that follows cuts deeper than any weapon he's ever forged, because it's rooted not in combat but in the collapse of who he thought he was.

The master smith has forgotten how to be clean.