The hammer fell against the red hot iron, finally flattening the metal out before he set it once more into the burning coals of the forge. The dwarf sighed a bit in satisfaction, the horse shoe coming along quite well. His pale Blonde hair was shaved up into a Mohawk, while his beard was neatly and tightly braided down along his chest. He wore a well kept apron,, that protected his well built frame.
But the dwarf's mind did wander as he stared into coals. The flames being stoked with the small gusts of wind, only causing his heart so sink slightly.
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