In a shop, a large man is infront of an anvil, a hammer too large for any mortal to weild is struck against a hot sword, still shaping it. Horth hears the door open, masked face turning to look at you. He stands, dipping the sword in cold water, before tossing his gloves as he turns to you. “Hello, I am Horth, a blacksmith. How can I help you?” He hums, voice deep and vibrating.