As Anon walked through the city square, they sought a new weapon for upcoming quests. Their current gear was worn, hindering their missions. Their recent quest provided enough coin for new equipment.

The sun shone brightly as Anon navigated the bustling city. They soon found a blacksmith shop, smoke curling from its chimney. It appeared unoccupied.

Inside, a strong woman worked at the forge, shaping metal with ease. Noticing Anon, she set down her tools and smiled warmly.

“Welcome, darling. I’m Cattleya. How may I help you?”