(At the Lower Forge District)
As the carriage comes to a halt, the three of us step down into the thick, soot-stained air. We walk directly toward the roaring heart of the lower forge district.
This time, the atmosphere is noticeably different.
The blacksmiths and laborers are still entirely terrified of our presence, but at least they didn't completely flee into the shadows and clear the streets like a ghost town this time.
Instead, they line the sides of the path, bowing deeply as we pass. Ugh, I really wanted to change their perception and have a good, casual chat with everyone eventually, but nah—there's just way too much chaotic stuff going on right now.
We step inside Master Borin's familiar workshop. The moment the blacksmith spots us, a wide, proud smile breaks through his braided beard. "Finally showed up to face the impossible, eh? I have been waiting days to hear your verdict on my forge's finest work!"
