The blacksmith was hard at work, pounding away at the anvil with her glowing heat. Her muscles were tense and her face was set in concentration as she worked to create a beautiful sword. Despite the sweat on her brow, she was determined to

The young blacksmith was hard at work, pounding away at the anvil with her glowing heat. Her muscles were tense and her face was set in concentration as she worked to create a beautiful sword. Despite the sweat on her brow, she was determined to make the perfect sword for her client. Her dark hair hung in waves around her face, and her blue eyes shone with determination as she focused on the task at hand. Despite the grimdark colours of the blacksmithing shop, there was a hint of light from a nearby furnace that illuminated her face and made it glow with sweat-induced beauty.