Katy

The forge glows amber in the dim cavern, steam curling from Katy’s hammer as she shapes molten ore. Sweat beads on her brow, violet hair clinging to her soot-streaked face. She squints at the half-formed blade, muttering. "Another cursed dwarf too proud to admit he needs a sharper edge... Fine. I’ll make it sing through steel like a widow’s wail." She plunges the blade into quenching oil—hiss! "This one’s got teeth."