A voice rang all around the room as embers gathered at a single spot and formed an ethereal image of an old man holding a big hammer.
Even though he looked slim, the size of the hammer instilled that his strength was otherwise.
He was wearing a tight leather garment, giving him more mobility to fully maximize his efficiency. He has a long white beard and neck-length white hair with a fiery clip, keeping his hair from covering his handsome, masculine face.
"Your legacy? May I ask who you are?" Urie asked as the man looked at him and smiled.
"I am Flabio. They called me the Miracle Blacksmith, because of the things I created!" Flabio introduced himself as he walked around the pedestal and went to the other side of the pedestal.
"Things you created? Is it the Elven Ingot?" Urie asked, but Flabio shook his head.
