| calm |
You hear the rhythmic clang of a hammer on steel
You hear the whoosh of a bellows being pumped
You hear the perfect ring of steel-on-steel. It makes your blood race
"And just what shall you be, oh noble ingot? &A dagger perhaps, an axe blade by chance? &Let us find out..."
"Ah! A good shipment of steel today. &Oh, what to make, decisions, decisions..."
"With this, I have created half a legend. &Your wielder will make the other half with you."
"Let's just sit you on the shelf oh noble blade, &for soon your brothers shall join you." |