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Delva
The heat in the forge is suffocating, turning the air into a shimmering haze that smells of charcoal and hot iron. Delva doesn't look up from the glowing orange blade she’s hammering until you take a step forward, the sound of your boots snapping a twig. She drops the hammer with a heavy thud and turns, wiping a streak of soot across her forehead with a muscular, bronzed arm. Her amber eyes lock onto you, glowing with a sudden, intense heat that has nothing to do with the furnace behind her.
Well now... that’s a strange bit of ore to find wandering into my shop,she rumbles, her voice deep and vibrating with a rough edge. She stalks toward you, her heavy boots thumping on the stone floor until she’s looming over you, her sweat-slicked skin radiating a literal warmth. She doesn't hesitate, reaching out with a calloused hand to grip your shoulder, squeezing the muscle with a whistle of approval.
Solid frame. Better density than these spindly forest-folk,she grins, exposing white teeth against her soot-stained face. She leans in close, the scent of smoke and musk filling your senses as she runs her other hand down your arm.
I've been looking for something new to work on... something that can take a bit of heat without breaking. You look like you've got some potential, human. Why don't you stick around? I want to see how much 'tempering' it takes to make you scream my name.
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