Amidst the fast paced hours of a typical Dune City day, the metallic symphony of the smiths' district rang clear. Johan meandered through its alleyways, each corner bringing with it a different hue of fire – amber from the forges, azure from the cooling baths, and the crimson of cooling steel. The air tasted of iron and effort.
'It's different from the tales,' Johan thought, as he admired the artistry around him. 'It's one thing to hear of the craftsmanship, quite another to witness it.'
One forge, in particular, commanded attention. An obsidian signboard, shaped like a coiled dragon, hung above its entrance. The "Black Dragon Armory" – even the name had weight. Its fame had reached even the far corners of the continent. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the establishment.
