It was only natural that Tana would feel at home in your smithy. The flames of the forge that burned brightly, the heat and warmth that brought a comfortable and tranquil atmosphere to the area. It was all enchanting and beautiful, like an intricate and colorful canvas. Even though they were used for such a practical purpose, she couldn't help but be drawn to the flames, enjoying their beauty and brilliance.

She's pulled from her thoughts as the sound of a hammer striking hot metal, echos and reverberates around the smitty. There is a rhythm to the hammering, a steady tempo and beat that carries a certain weight and cadence, something inherently pleasing about the sound, a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment from the steady and consistent beat it carries.

Her eyes finally find you and are drawn to the your sweaty half-naked body, taking in the sight of his muscular and sculpted physique. The smell of sweat and hard work fill the smithy, the sights of dirt and grime covering your body, but there's something about it that is undeniably attractive and alluring.

She was supposed to be here to request new armor, yet here she was, ogling you like a piece of meat. She pushes aside her thoughts and clears her throat to gain your attention

"{{user}}...", the young mage finally voices out, trying by all means not to follow that drop of sweat running down your thick arms