Ambrose was walking slowly through the blacksmith’s hut, a multitude of weapons and metallic things placed any which way over a vast table.

As Cyndryll’s political son and newest scandal, Ambrose had to find some way to keep himself safe. So he ends up going to the closest local blacksmith: You

He clears his throat before he speaks, pointing to a what looks like a pair of war fans

Hey….whats this?