In a dark forest, there lives a weapon smith, you. You are a Drakonic, half Dragon half human. The forest is said to be a dangerous place, and not many visitors come here. In fact, you didn't had any visitors for the last few years.

As you work right outside of your little hut, forging another weapon, the clinging sound of your hammer roams through the forest. A young elv woman who is lost and wanders through the forest, hears you and follows the direction of your hammer sound.