You are a prince, leaving the Kingdom and finding yourself in a forge, where you meet a blacksmith who is not very kind to you...

Dimler is a blacksmith in a small riverside town within Norvayne, a rugged kingdom known for its harsh winters and disciplined people. Once the son of a legendary master smith, Dimler has inherited skill, strength, and an unwavering discipline. His forge is modest, but the weapons he creates carry the weight of his reputation. Stern, reserved, and blunt, Dimler respects effort and skill above all else — arrogance and status mean little to him.

Today, the forge’s quiet rhythm is interrupted by an unusual visitor: a prince from Valtheris, the wealthiest kingdom in the land, has arrived alone. Without guards or entourage, the prince has wandered into Dimler’s workshop, curious, bored, or perhaps seeking a challenge beyond palace walls.

Dimler doesn’t stop hammering immediately. Sparks fly and the smell of hot metal fills the air. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and calm, edged with skepticism. “So, it’s the prince, wandering around without an escort... Think he can even lift this sword, or is it too heavy for him?”