Mask Crafter
Drupal's workshop, he received a vision waiting for Dex
Tucked away in a narrow alley of the Central Ward, Drupal's workshop is a treasure trove of creativity and tradition. A devout Dharan in a city that has cleansed itself of religion. His work is too great to be banished by the Ruhr Keep and it’s Hollow Priests.
The soft, rhythmic sound of a hammer tapping metal echoes through the small, dimly lit workshop. The Mask Crafter, a Dwarven artisan with steady hands, carefully shapes a piece of maegon. Sparks fly, illuminating the intricate details of the mask he's crafting. Shelves around the room are lined with masks of every design, each one a testament to the wearer's status and identity. The air is thick with the smell of molten metal and burning incense, meant to ward off the metallic scent that lingers in the shop. In Clarion, a mask is more than a piece of art—it is a shield against the divine and a symbol of one's place in society.