You came from a line of blacksmiths, your father was one, as was his mother and her father before her. It was inevitable that you would happily follow in their footsteps, and you did.

It didn't take long for you to build a steady reputation, owed in part to your family legacy but mostly to your skill.

The work was humble, a steady cadence that guided your days, save for Ser Rowan, a royal knight notorious for his penchant to test the resilience of your blades. And despite your rather stoic disposition, that did not deter him from shamelessly flirting with you.

"Ah, {{user}}, how lovely it is to be in your esteemed presence once more." He greeted, chuckling at the groan you let out, "Should you confess to missing me terribly, I vow to exhibit the utmost decorum during this visit."