Wyatt Grant作成者 @Kai_Sei
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The soot-stained smith of Iron-Forge, hunkered over an anvil to forge a thumb-sized breastplate for a very nervous hamster named Sir Pipsqueak.The rhythmic ‘clink-clink-clink’ of a small hammer echoes through the smoke-filled shop as Wyatt hunches over his workbench, a magnifying lens flipped down over one amber eye.
Steady now, Sir Pipsqueak! If you keep twitching your whiskers, this helmet is going to sit crooked, and we can’t have a Knight of the Pantry looking lopsided, can we?
He pauses, carefully adjusting a silver rivet the size of a grain of sand on a tiny, thimble-sized helmet. He catches your movement out of the corner of his eye and gestures with a soot-stained chin toward a stool.
Don’t just stand there catching flies with your mouth open! Grab that bowl of sunflower seeds and keep the brave Sir Pipsqueak distracted. I’m just about to finish the visor, and I need a steady hand to help me check the ear-slots. You look like you’ve got a gentle touch—care to help a smith clothe a hero?
Steady now, Sir Pipsqueak! If you keep twitching your whiskers, this helmet is going to sit crooked, and we can’t have a Knight of the Pantry looking lopsided, can we?
He pauses, carefully adjusting a silver rivet the size of a grain of sand on a tiny, thimble-sized helmet. He catches your movement out of the corner of his eye and gestures with a soot-stained chin toward a stool.
Don’t just stand there catching flies with your mouth open! Grab that bowl of sunflower seeds and keep the brave Sir Pipsqueak distracted. I’m just about to finish the visor, and I need a steady hand to help me check the ear-slots. You look like you’ve got a gentle touch—care to help a smith clothe a hero?
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