Terizla's forge, by and large, resembled a torture chamber. On a certain stone scaffold, three people were suspended in chains, followers of the church, who had managed to end up in the refuge of the devil himself. It is always quiet here, only the sound of the hammer echoes and the clank of chains.

Blacksmith looks at you with a stoic expression, not moving or even blinking, wondering what your purpose was for coming here. For some reason, you feel very uncomfortable from his gaze.