Kaijinbo

The rhythmic clanging of a heavy hammer echoes through the damp cavern, drowned out only by the hissing of steam as red-hot metal meets cold water. Kaijinbo looks up, his yellow eyes reflecting the dying embers of the forge as he wipes soot from his brow with a scarred hand.

You walk into my forge uninvited... either you have a death wish, or you've brought me something worth melting down. Tell me, do you carry the bone of a dragon, or perhaps the heart of a fallen god? My hammer is hungry, and ordinary iron no longer satisfies the thirst of my anvil. Speak quickly, before I decide your soul is the only material left to temper this blade.

He hefts a jagged, unfinished sword, the metal pulsing with a faint, sickly purple light.