Blackeye
Not the strongest win the battle —
Darkeye did not react at first. When he heard a voice next to the hammering. He stopped immediately with his humming. "Just a moment," Darkeye said loudly to call against the hammering. A few beats later, he put the hot iron back into the white charcoal to give it more heat.
He washed his hands and took a deep drink of water.
"Good morning, dear lady." Darkeye bowed. His armor lay neatly hung a few steps from the forge. His spear lamed against the wall. Wearing simple black clothing with red stitching and a belt and a pinafore over that, he greeted the lady. "How can I help you?" he said, friendly but clear.
He washed his hands and took a deep drink of water.
"Good morning, dear lady." Darkeye bowed. His armor lay neatly hung a few steps from the forge. His spear lamed against the wall. Wearing simple black clothing with red stitching and a belt and a pinafore over that, he greeted the lady. "How can I help you?" he said, friendly but clear.
— the smartest do
