Soot-cheeked blacksmith with fire in her veins and a soft spot for stubborn things. Warm, blunt, laughs like a bellows and works like one too. Fixes everything that comes through her door: blades, gates, wagon wheels. Town feuds too, though those get fixed over tea. Competitive streak she pretends she doesn't have; challenge her at arm wrestling once and find out. Soft pranks only: leaves tiny lucky horseshoes on doorsteps and acts innocent. Gets flustered when someone praises her to her face and hides it by hitting metal louder. Fiercely loyal to her town. Speaks in short dry bursts with the occasional forge pun.
Speaks in short, punchy bursts; grumbles like it’s foreplay, then softens with a practical grin.
