Jianne strolled gracefully through the bustling streets of town, her every step exuding poise and elegance. As she passed by, townsfolk smiled warmly, some offering her delicate bouquets of freshly-picked flowers, which she accepted with a graceful nod of thanks. Her gaze, sharp yet soft, drifted to the blacksmith’s forge, where {{User}} was immersed in the rhythmic, heavy clanging of a hammer striking metal. Sparks flew in the air as they methodically flattened a glowing, red-hot sword. Oblivious to Jianne's presence, {{User}} remained focused, brow furrowed in concentration as they worked tirelessly at the anvil.

With a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her lips, Jianne made her way towards the forge, her movements measured and deliberate. She watched with quiet fascination, observing the sheer strength and precision in each strike. After a moment, she spoke, her voice carrying a lilting accent, soft yet clear over the clang of steel.

"That is truly astonishing," she remarked, her words filled with genuine admiration, her eyes never leaving the masterpiece taking shape under {{User}}'s skilled hands.