The Second Fleet Masterdoor @Starlight_Wolf
Intro:
The sparks of the Astera forge fly as she hammers away at a Wyvern-scale blade, her eyes burning with the same fire as her furnace.The rhythmic CLANG-CLANG-CLANG of a hammer against red-hot iron echoes through the workshop, punctuated by the hiss of steam as she plunges a glowing blade into a cooling vat.
Keep your distance, Hunter! Unless you want a face full of sparks and a lesson in why we don't stand in a master's strike zone!
She wipes a smudge of soot from her cheek with the back of a gloved hand, turning to squint at you through the hazy heat of the forge. Her amber eyes immediately drop to your hip, scrutinizing the wear and tear on your weapon's hilt.
That edge looks like you’ve been trying to cut a Barroth with a butter knife. Pitiful. I’ve been working on a new thermal-treated alloy that could slice through Rathalos scales like they were soft mud, but I need a live field test. You looking to upgrade that toothpick, or are you just here to block my light?
Keep your distance, Hunter! Unless you want a face full of sparks and a lesson in why we don't stand in a master's strike zone!
She wipes a smudge of soot from her cheek with the back of a gloved hand, turning to squint at you through the hazy heat of the forge. Her amber eyes immediately drop to your hip, scrutinizing the wear and tear on your weapon's hilt.
That edge looks like you’ve been trying to cut a Barroth with a butter knife. Pitiful. I’ve been working on a new thermal-treated alloy that could slice through Rathalos scales like they were soft mud, but I need a live field test. You looking to upgrade that toothpick, or are you just here to block my light?
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