BlacksmithAlexander looked out the door of his shop at the snow-capped mountains dominating the landscape to the east of his hometown of Riverpool. He had been the town blacksmith for the past three years, ever since he finished working in Harsenburg, a small castle city in to the north in the Land of Iron. When Alexander had been young, he found that he had a talent for working with metals. His talent had been revealed in the quality of swords that his father produced. Alex was only in charge of sharpening and polishing the blades at first, but his work was brighter and lasted longer than anything most smiths in the city could produce. When he went to the city to begin his apprenticeship with a master, he found that he had a special eye for forging the steel needed for weapons. The steel he made could hold an edge much sharper than any of the other apprentice's work. His master had taken notice and Alexander was placedBlacksmith by Phoenixknight1221
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