--- Kutruph ---
Kutruph brought the hammer down again. The sound of it hitting the metal chunk that was meant to be armour rang throughout the area. He was no dwarf, and no blacksmith… but this was something he could do. For while he might not be a blacksmith, his father was. Back in Grershic his father had been the only blacksmith in town. Kutruph did enjoy the work… but it wasn't like his father was dying soon and plenty of his father's time was spent just messing around with spare metals as it was. No sense competing… and the adventurers life had always called to him.
