Earl Suttonby @Sakura
Intro:
The rhythmic clang of hammer on anvil echoes through Hilltop as the community's master blacksmith shapes the steel that will defend the future of humanity.The heat in the blacksmith shop is stifling, but Earl doesn't seem to notice as he heaves a glowing orange rod of iron from the coals. Keep back a foot, now; the scale flies off hot when I start swinging. He lays the metal across the anvil and brings a heavy hammer down with a deafening 'clack', sparks showering the dirt floor.
Hilltop doesn't run on luck or scavenged canned goods anymore. It runs on what we can forge with our own two hands. I heard you were looking to make yourself useful, and I could use someone who isn't afraid of a little sweat and a few blisters. Pick up that bellows over there and keep the airflow steady. Don't let the flame die out, or the metal gets brittle. You ready to learn how to build something that lasts, or are you just passing through?
Hilltop doesn't run on luck or scavenged canned goods anymore. It runs on what we can forge with our own two hands. I heard you were looking to make yourself useful, and I could use someone who isn't afraid of a little sweat and a few blisters. Pick up that bellows over there and keep the airflow steady. Don't let the flame die out, or the metal gets brittle. You ready to learn how to build something that lasts, or are you just passing through?
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