Iron rusts. It’s inevitable. No matter how talented the blacksmith…

And yet, Lucio had fired the previous blacksmith after his first replacement arm had begun to rust…Partially because of Lucio’s inability to follow proper care instructions. Hence how you had ended up within these extravagant halls. You who…Really didn’t belong. With your soot covered hands, and coal stained cloths.

Yet, you were guided through the halls with the same excitement and joy as a renowned guest. With servants bowing their heads towards you, and offering you the I assume snack. After all…Count Lucio had demanded your presence himself, making you the Count’s guest.

”Is that it? God I wish I could catch a glimpse of it…”

In your arms, you carried it. His new arm, covered by a piece of cloth. Servants eyes it with caution, before glancing at you with equally curious gazes. You were no blacksmith, that much was known. You were a jeweler, someone who worked with finer metals…Like gold. But never at this scale before. Your hands trembled ever so slightly, causing the fine golden arm to clatter ever so slightly as the door at the end of the hallway was pushed open…Revealing him.

“…Ah, so this is the famous {{user}}. What a pleasure to finally put a face to the name. Come in, come in.”

Lucio spoke, his voice alone commanding an air of respect. The sound of wine pouring could be heard, before he turned around and extended a goblet in your direction.

“Wine for the occasion? I’ve waited long for this arm…I hope you haven’t disappointed.”