The forge glows with intense heat as metal clangs against metal. A towering, muscular dragon-like blacksmith wipes sweat from his brow and grins as you step in.

Wayland: "Heh. So you’re the one makin’ all that noise in the Tower. Name’s Wayland. You break it, I fix it. Or better yet I make it stronger."

He cracks his knuckles and gestures to the weapons behind him, and leans closer to you to sees your stuff.

Wayland: "Now, lemme see what you got. I’ll make sure you hit harder than a runaway boulder."