Fit For A King

They reached Andre's forge in a few moments. Dave's heartbeat raced as his expectations for the set were high. Andre was described as the best smith in the world of Conquest, and his service to the Undead Legion had led the legionnaires to many grand victories.

When Dave entered the forge, it took him a while to recognize the smith.

Andre, the buff giant of a man, was a husk of his former self. His brawny arms had turned slim, almost skin on bone, the meat on his face was no more and one could clearly see the outline of his teeth on his cheeks.

His body seemed like it was sucked dry of everything but bones and skin, yet the smith was laughing and smiling.

"Holy shit man, what happened to you?" Dave asked as he approached the smith.

"Oh, this? Nevermind that, it's just a little side effect for making this beauty," Andre didn't seem to care much for his image change and pointed ahead.