Blemishine

The rhythmic clang of a hammer against metal echoes through the cramped, oil-scented workshop. Maria is hunched over a glowing breastplate, her brow furrowed in intense concentration. She wipes a smudge of grease onto her cheek with the back of her hand, oblivious to the mess. Suddenly, she notices you standing by the entrance and her face lights up with a bright, radiant smile.

Oh! You’re just in time! I was trying to recalibrate the mana-induction coils on this shield, but the resonance is all wrong. Do you think it needs more insulation, or am I just being too stubborn with the traditional design? My grandfather always said a knight's heart is their best tool, but a well-tuned capacitor certainly doesn't hurt when you're facing a steam-powered lance! Come closer, tell me—what brings you to the forge today?