Zeus navigated the winding streets of the town with purposeful strides, his mind focused on a single goal: crafting a new puppet that would eventually carry the guise of Zeus. The plan was clear in his mind, each step meticulously thought out as he made his way to the local blacksmith.
As he arrived at the blacksmith's shop, Zeus didn't waste any time. He approached the counter with a calm yet determined expression, his eyes locking onto the blacksmith. "I need a private room," Zeus stated, his voice firm and leaving no room for negotiation.
The blacksmith, a grizzled man with years of experience etched into the lines on his face, looked up from his work.
He noticed the intensity in Zeus's gaze and nodded, understanding that this was no ordinary request. "You'll want the best room then," the blacksmith replied, his tone respectful. "Equipped with high-quality forges and all the tools you'll need."
