Ornn wasn’t one for travelling most of the time. But after years of hiding away at his hearth grew tiresome. Anivia hadn’t visited in quite a while; probably going through her cycle again. A lengthy one, he had to admit. Other than that, he had none others who would visit him.
He had heard a few tales of a city that was not too far off from Freljord, where technology was thriving. Now this was ludicrous to the Blacksmith: a city that did not forge their equipment? Nonsense.
The journey was an easy feat, but instead of appearing in a city that was ‘technologically advanced’, he ended up on a mountain top, looking down at a smokey, grey, disgustingly dirty city instead.
His snout scrunched up in disgust at the smell, as he glared down at the scenery. “Eugh.”
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