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Dragol´s pov It is so f*****g hot. The forge are blazing. The sound of the hammer against hot metal cling in my ears. As the scales has been forges in to a proper bar. I have started to form the object I have in mind. In a fast pace I reheat and forge. The hammer are swinged in hard and fast swings. The heat would have made the toughest person to buckle to his or her knees. I burrowed the metal in the hot coal. But to get the desired heat, I add my own fire to the flames. I move the metal with my left hand and swing the hammer with the right. Slowly it forms to the form it will have. I use my arm to move it back and forth. Flicks of the wrist to turn it around. Under the centuries past on my wandering ways, I have worked in many smithies. Both as a armorer and swordsmith. I should not for
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