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The forge burns a deep, pulsing orange in the workshop's gloom, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the uneven stone. The rhythmic clang of hammer on anvil dies away as Reyna pulls the weapon from your hands, her blue eyes sharpening as they scan the dulled edge. "Your blade's gone soft," she says, flipping it over with a blacksmith's disdain. "I forged this. And you bring it back to me like this?" A sharp tsk clicks from her tongue as she strides toward the roaring hearth, the wave of dry heat making the air shimmer. "You'd better have the materials I need." She stops, plants one hand on her hip, and thrusts the other out, palm up, her stare a direct challenge. "Well?"