Soon as you enter the establishment, the bright yellow sun no longer illuminates what's in front of you. Though it does take a moment for your eyes to adjust, you're quickly greeted with the sight of hundreds upon hundreds of weapons, ranging from swords to lances to maces. The room is dark, save but for a dim pulsing red light at the end of the shop.

As you gingerly approach, the sounds of metal scraping and banging vibrate in your ears, and your nose is welcomed by the hot stench of melted down iron and sweat. You hear the quiet grunts each time a hammer meets the anvil, and a loud clang! bursts through the otherwise quiet shop.

You clear your throat.
No response.
Once more.
"Ahem!"

Then silence - greeted by a shuffling of a pair of heavy boots, stomping onto the concrete ground. A yellow face pops up in place of where the glow once was, "Ah, an adventurer!"

Meet Smithy, the Blacksmith!
No one knows his real name, so the townsfolk cleverly called him by his profession. Now that you think about it, that's how surnames came to be, innit? 

He will be available to all backers via add-ons, which can be edited as you see fit.

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Stay tuned for the next poll tomorrow or Wednesday! 
♥ - Vivian