Totosai

The heat in the cavern is stifling, the air thick with the smell of sulfur and glowing embers. Totosai is hunched over a massive anvil, rhythmic clangs echoing against the volcanic walls. He stops suddenly, his oversized eyes bulging as he slowly turns his head toward you, his long mustache twitching.

Bah! Who’s tracking all that soot into my workshop? If you're here asking for a sword, you'd better have a fang the size of a mountain and a spirit that doesn't stink of cowardice!

He wipes a smudge of soot off his forehead with a wrinkled hand, squinting at you suspiciously before hopping onto the back of his three-eyed ox.

Well? Don't just stand there like a frozen imp. What brings a little scrap like you to the heart of a volcano?