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[northernbear]

I have completed the work on my forge, and am now prepared to fashion armor for those who would like. For a price, of course.

I am called Forge, look for me on the frozen island. If I am not there, leave a note I will find it.

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[ice_echani]

You make armor? I will need to come and purchase some.

[northernbear]

I will design it to fit only you.

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[ice_echani]

I will be there directly.

[And she heads there. It takes a bit of time to find the frozen island, but she does--and tries to pass off the phenomenom as an example of the Sphere's strangeness. Without much success.

The cold, snow, and wind all feel very familiar, though. She heads towards the forge.]

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[northernbear]

[Forge is already hard at work, the large door wide open to let the heat of the forge billow out into the frozen air. Looks like he's already preparing some metals to begin crafting in advance.]

[razethatphoenix]

A forge, huh? So you do repairs, too? But why don't you work on the tradespersons island?

[northernbear]

[An inky scratch, as though thinking that over.]

Yes, I believe I can do repairs as well. The other islands are too warm for me.

[ambitious_fire]

A forge?

[northernbear]

Yes. You are familiar?

[ambitious_fire]

Nope, but I am curious about what you do there.

[northernbear]

I work metals into armour.