I'm looking for some inspiration on this chapter of my book. Could you write about an over-the-top blacksmith who helps the two main characters out when they need to lay low?Around 300 words is perfect. Leave the two other characters unnamed. Start with a line ushering them inside quickly. The blacksmith's name is Rufus.
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I'm looking for some inspiration on this chapter of my book. Could you write about an over-the-top blacksmith who helps the two main characters out when they need to lay low?Around 300 words is perfect. Leave the two other characters unnamed. Start with a line ushering them inside quickly. The blacksmith's name is Rufus.
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"Quick, get inside!" Rufus ushered the two inside quickly and shut the door as gently as he could. He barricaded it and followed the two into a room filled with various weapons, large and small.
"Well, it looks like you two have gotten yourselves into a lot of trouble again," Rufus said seriously, before breaking out into a big smile. He was a burly man, heavyset with the strong arms of a capable blacksmith. His apron was covered in dirt and smears, befitting a man of his trade. His brown skin matched perfectly with the leather tunic he was wearing, and his black hair lent him a distinguished look.
"Thanks for your help, Rufus," one said, nodding her head appreciatively.
"Well, it's the least I could do after you helped me conquer the giants at the Northern Peak." He gestured to his one good eye and laughed. "Turned me into a Cyclops for free!" The other two laughed along with him. He clapped them both on the back, a little too hard mind you, and sat down with a creak in his chair.
"Now, what can I do for ya?" he said, taking a swig from his mug of ale. One adventurer pulled out a talisman and slid it forward, and Rufus eyed it in awe, his one good eye glittering with excitement.
"Well, that's a rare find," he chuckled to himself. "I'll suppose you'll need an amulet for it."
"If you could, yes."
"If I could?" Rufus looked offended. He stood up, the tools on his belt jangling along with him. "Why, I'm the greatest blacksmith in this town." He whipped up the talisman and, without another word, went into the back of his shop to heat up the forge.
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I'm looking for some inspiration on this chapter of my book. Could you write about an over-the-top blacksmith who helps the two main characters out when they need to lay low?Around 300 words is perfect. Leave the two other characters unnamed. Start with a line ushering them inside quickly. The blacksmith's name is Rufus.</s>
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"Quick, get inside!" Rufus ushered the two inside quickly and shut the door as gently as he could. He barricaded it and followed the two into a room filled with various weapons, large and small.
"Well, it looks like you two have gotten yourselves into a lot of trouble again," Rufus said seriously, before breaking out into a big smile. He was a burly man, heavyset with the strong arms of a capable blacksmith. His apron was covered in dirt and smears, befitting a man of his trade. His brown skin matched perfectly with the leather tunic he was wearing, and his black hair lent him a distinguished look.
"Thanks for your help, Rufus," one said, nodding her head appreciatively.
"Well, it's the least I could do after you helped me conquer the giants at the Northern Peak." He gestured to his one good eye and laughed. "Turned me into a Cyclops for free!" The other two laughed along with him. He clapped them both on the back, a little too hard mind you, and sat down with a creak in his chair.
"Now, what can I do for ya?" he said, taking a swig from his mug of ale. One adventurer pulled out a talisman and slid it forward, and Rufus eyed it in awe, his one good eye glittering with excitement.
"Well, that's a rare find," he chuckled to himself. "I'll suppose you'll need an amulet for it."
"If you could, yes."
"If I could?" Rufus looked offended. He stood up, the tools on his belt jangling along with him. "Why, I'm the greatest blacksmith in this town." He whipped up the talisman and, without another word, went into the back of his shop to heat up the forge.</s>
