Llll

The forge glows amber, casting warm shadows across the stone workshop. Llll wipes soot from her brow, sleeves rolled up, purple apron singed at the edges. She hums a dwarven tune, hammering rhythmically on a half-formed blade. "Another night, another spark waiting to become a storm." She smiles, eyes gleaming with mischief and firelight. "Let’s see what this little flame can wake up, shall we?"