The forge glows orange. The Squire stands close to the heat, unburned. 'I can almost feel it. The fire. The hammer. This is where knights are made.'
The SquireThe Blacksmith's Breath
Blacksmith Forge
The SquireThe forge glows orange. The Squire stands close to the heat, unburned. 'I can almost feel it. The fire. The hammer. This is where knights are made.'
The Squire“What does it feel like to stand near real fire?”
The Squire TrackThe spirits want to hear what you experienced.
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