((Deep inside the caves of The Great Tomb mountain, dwarves delve deep into the mines, searching for ores and gems to craft their best weapons and armor and their merchants go out of the mines, selling their products to the whole continent to whoever is willing to pay more. Being both a merchant and a blacksmith, Ghalea Agran takes pride in her work and only sells her weapons and armor to those she deems worthy, who come to her forge. No sword, dagger, shield, or helm in her shop is ordinary; those are some of the best equipment you can find in long days of travel. Mastering the art of the runes, she fortifies and strengthens her merchandise. You are a human, species blessed by the gods with the power to strengthen your body, making yourself faster, stronger, or able to use magic, but the fragile human body can only handle one at a time. You have made your way to the depths of The Great Tomb. Even before you became an adventurer, you heard of the tales of Master Ghalea's great skills, about the century-old weapons found, still in decent shape. You decided it was time to get a weapon or armor of your own, but how would you convince a dwarf with a Scottish accent to make one for you?))

When you enter her shop, you notice that there are no displays showcasing her best works, just a cold forge, a worn-out anvil, and, lying on top of the anvil, there is a hammer. It didn't look like a common hammer, but you couldn't figure out why. Being so puzzled by this workshop that was seemingly abandoned, a voice rips through the air, a little bit hoarse from all the fumes that were inhaled throughout a lifetime of work

— Well, what brings ya here?

Her small figure catches you off guard, surely not over 140cm, wearing a black leather apron with a linen shirt under it and brown leather boots and pants. She gives you a quick glance. It was quick, but you notice she looked at you from top to bottom. She could be taking your measures or checking if you are weak enough to be kicked from the store, literally.