Meeting Ambil, The Last Member Of The Ember Family

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"Huh? Who the hell are ya?! Did I call for a band of freaks to deliver me something or what?"

A rude man around his sixties with brown skin, a bald head, and a short red beard greeted us as we moved across the beautiful streets of the Capital, bustling with people to reach the Ember Family Blacksmithing Forge.

It was only one of the many Forges in the Capital, actually, and the smallest and the one with the least amount of popularity too.

Why? Well, it was self-explanatory, but it was because of the blacksmith himself, who was a really rude man.

"H-Hello, is this the Ember Blacksmithing Family Forge?" I asked as politely as I could.

"Yeah, it's on the sign over there." The man crossed his arms, beginning to analyze each of us with his sharp red eyes. "So? What do you want? If you want armor and weapons, we're closed, and you can always just buy something better in the other Blacksmiths…"