"This material was sold to me by a traveling trader. When I asked her where she acquired such a beauty, she nervously whispered such that I could barely hear her, 'Coralscape'. Never heard of it," admits Grimmoth.
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"The essence glistened underwater as I kneeled to drink. Happening upon the material was pure luck during a dangerous journey, but these resulting tools were forged deliberately and with great care," remarks Grimmoth. The corner of his lip turns upwards in a smile.
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As if his burning forge suddenly froze over, Grimmoth shudders as he answers, “These? No, these aren’t made of ice — although that’s a close guess. They’re chiseled from a rare gemstone I found on one of my journeys to the Glacial Narrows up north many years ago.”
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While hammers in the distance echo and heat from the earth rises, a story lies waiting to be told. Runes whisper outcomes. Runes determine fates. Roll. Roll. Roll.
Grimmoth strikes a stained anvil. Across the way, Isabella weaves together colorful threads. The marketplace feels alive with excitement as merchants prepare their wares.
"Welcome, traveler," whispers a voice low to the ground. He smiles up at you. "Rune Foundry is a marketplace for those who gather to share in imagination. Who haven't forgotten the joy of creativity. Whose stories are yet untold."