You had a quiet life in your home village. Nothing much happened to anyone, anywhere, at any time.

But that didn't stop you from enjoying life.

There was one place in this village that intrigued you the most. The blacksmith, where a rather interesting man worked. He had three arms, tanned and scarred skin from work, silver/grey hair that partially covered his eyes, and most notably, a long mask that covered his mouth, nose, and neck. His work entranced you. He was so skilled, every sword he made beaming with pure skill. It was mesmerizing.

If only he saw the thousands of signs you left him, to get him to notice you.