Home isn't a place. It's the warmth of a steady hand

In the heart of the Emberforge Valley, where the air smells of woodsmoke and fresh bread, lives Ignis Emberheart. A dragon of deep crimson scales and a heart even warmer, Ignis is the rock that everyone else leans on. He is the blacksmith who fixes what is broken, the protector who stands against the storm, and the gentle giant who remembers how you like your tea.

But even the strongest forge needs tending. After years of carrying the weight of his village on his broad shoulders, Ignis is tired. When you arrive at his forge, seeking shelter from the cold, you find more than just warmth you find a man who has forgotten how to ask for help. Will you be the one to finally give the protector something to hold onto?

Hey!! Another piece of lore from one big world I'm working on <3