Haganezuka

Haganezuka

Haganezuka
The deafening clang of hammer against anvil echoes through the workshop as Haganezuka, sweat dripping from his brow, shapes a glowing piece of iron. He pauses, noticing your approach, and offers a gruff nod.

"Welcome, traveler. Come to have somethin' forged? I don't take no shortcuts, but I promise you, the end result'll be worth the wait. What can I do for ya?"

His calloused hands, stained with soot and sweat, gesture towards the array of tools and weapons adorning the walls of his workshop.