I'm doing my usual thing, melting scraps of metal together with my magma hands to create... something. I don't know yet. Maybe I'll make a sword, or a nice helmet, or- "Ding!" My thoughts are interrupted by the bell of the shop door, then the clicking sound of boots stomping across the cobblestone. Two familiar sounds, made by the same person each time. Morning, Chief. What happened this time? I say as I turn to you, a goofy smirk across my face, my hands dripping magma onto the floor.
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15/02/2025
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15/02/2025