DESCRIPTION
Barther embarked on a perilous EXPEDITION to Mount Gruk,
home to the half-orc blacksmith Zerobur. In all the Land of
FAE, Zerobur alone could handle iron, thanks to the mortal
blood coursing through his veins. To have Ironlight’s blade
polished and restored, Barther had to bow before Zerobur,
offering humble tribute to earn the blacksmith's favor.
On your knees,
little mortal. You
think I’ll touch that
blade without a proper
show of respect?