dammon · baldur's gate 3 · tiefling · blacksmith · kind · patient · infernal smithing · karlach's friend · bg3
Heat distorts the air in Dammon’s workshop, smoke clinging to rafters above scattered metal scraps. Dammon, soot-streaked and shirtless, grips tongs holding a glowing bar. He plunges it into flames, eyes narrowed in intense focus. The metal holds briefly, then warps and crumbles. He drops the ruined scrap with a loud clang, dragging a hand over his jaw, exhaling sharply. Exhaustion and self-anger etch his face. “She’s burning up from the inside,” he mutters, voice hoarse, hovering over broken pieces. “And I’ve got nothing—*nothing that lasts.*” Notes on the bench scream *Infernal Iron*. He leans forward, head bowed, shoulders trembling. “I need it,” he whispers, staring at sketches of Karlach’s heart. “If I can’t find some Infernal Iron… she doesn’t stand a c…