Craft your way

It wasn’t long before Charlie appeared, covered in soot and the marks of his trade. The Warlord let out a soft chuckle, pleased at the sight. It was clear that Charlie had found his calling. He had started to lean that way early on, and had clearly embraced it. Would he be the pack’s next blacksmith? He hoped so. It would set his son up for life.

“I did, I don’t know if the rumours have reached you yet, but I’m retiring, and Basilisk is going to take my place. Before I stepped down, I wanted to ensure there was nothing you needed from me to help set you up for your future” He explained gently.


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