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   Tugrok kneeled beside a small shack. The thundering sound of metal being hammered stopped as the minotaur black smith saw the ogre's head poppoing through his door. Osgar was huge, even for minotaur standarts. His muscles pumped from his hammering. The shack was dark, only lit by the fire comign from the forge in it's center. Piles of scrap metal, leather and other components piled in the corners, creating small mountains of garbage all over. In the back of the shack, various weapons, both finnished and unfinnished hang from the walls. All of them showed perfection on it's work. Even an ignorant in the art of smithing could tell that Osgar was a master at his craft.

   Osgar rested his hammer against the anvil to receive his not so smart guest. [color=6ecff6]"Hello friend! Yes, as you can see by all this blacksmith things laying around, you indeed found the best blacksmith in town. My name is Osgar, a pleasure to meet you!"[/color], the minotaur's voice was oddly happy and cheerful, [color=6ecff6]"Tell me, who's that wolfie you speak of?"[/color]