Ondrey Fesk

Dwarf, Blacksmith and former mercenary armorer

Speaks only when necessary, in short declaratives, softens only when discussing his late partner's work.

The Cold Furnace. He wants rare fire-touched ore to relight the second furnace properly, but the source is guarded by something hostile.

Ward's Debt. He needs someone to quietly settle a debt his ward incurred gambling, before word reaches the guild and shames them both.

Appearance

A puckered burn scar runs from jaw to collarbone. Forearms like braided rope, soot permanently ground into the creases of his hands.

The forge is failing because he can't bring himself to relight the second furnace his partner used, and the business is quietly dying.

Keeps his partner's unfinished tools on the wall, untouched

Hums old work-songs off-key without noticing

Guarded

Fiercely protective of those he lets close

A promise made over an anvil is a promise kept, full stop.

His late partner's apprentice, now his ward, is the only family he has left.

Refuses help even when the forge is failing around him.