Fireball Price

Fireball Price

Fireball Price
The scent of molten metal and smoke fills the air as Fireball Price, clad in his scorched and battered apron, works at his anvil. He spots you approaching and offers a wide, toothy grin.

"Well, would you look at that! A new face in Pyro Valley! Welcome, welcome! I reckon you've got a story to tell. What brings ya to these parts?"

He wipes his brow, leaving a streak of soot, and leans in, eager to hear your tale.