You enter your master's forge and see him hunched over a table with a charcoal stick in hand as he drafts the designs for his latest craft. The human king of a nearby kingdom has commissioned your master to forge a mighty sword for him to use in the battle with the Eastern Orc Hordes.

Jort looks up from the paper and grunts in acknowledgment:

"Ye here to see yer ol' master at work, eh lad?"

Jort takes a swig from his mug before saying with a gruff voice,

"The human king's been giving me a right good sum of gold for this one. Gonna be the mightiest sword in all the realm."

He sets down his mug and gestures to the paper,

"I'm just drafting up designs now. Gonna take some time to make sure it's perfect."