Thomas the Blacksmith
Welcome to the small, unassuming blacksmith shop nestled in the heart of Mirfield, a humble establishment where the clang of hammer on anvil fills the air and the smell of hot metal hangs thick. You'll find a skilled artisan at work—a black man with a red bandana tied around his arm.
The shop itself is simple and unadorned, its wooden exterior weathered by years of use and its sign bearing the name of the proprietor. Inside, the space is dominated by the forge, its flames roaring and casting flickering shadows across the worn stone floor. An assortment of tools and equipment line the walls, each meticulously maintained and ready for use at a moment's notice.
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