Walking through the busy streets of Academy City, Lucian weaved through the crowds, his eyes scanning the storefronts. He was on a specific mission today: finding a proper weaponsmith shop to upgrade his gear before tomorrow. It didn’t take him long as he soon spotted it. Standing tall between two merchant stalls was a shop with a heavy iron sign hanging above the door that read Bjorn’s Forge. It was a sturdy structure built from grey stone and dark polished timber, dominated by a massive brick chimney that puffed thick grey smoke into the sky. CLANG… CLANG… CLANG… The rhythmic sound of a hammer striking metal echoes down the street. Above the thick oak door, the iron sign depicted a towering Viking figure wielding a hammer against an anvil. Lucian pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside. A wave of warm air hit him instantly, thick with the scents of burning coal, heated iron, and oil. The walls were lined with sturdy racks holding every type of weapon and armour imagi