Here's some pre-game stuff. Just for fun. The girl in picture is the main character of this narration. Her name is Iuvenis, she's a Blacksmith. Credits to CheeseWheel for the picture.
The forge was as hot as always. The girl, who, if not for her feminine features, can pass off as a pretty boy was hard at work placing grips over the tang of the multiple heated swords laid in front of her. Her apprenticeship was over, and she was ready to start her own forge, but out of the goodwill in her heart, she decided that this was going to be the last day she works for her master. The thought of freedom of her own forge excites her but parting with the good people of Scirocco will leave her with a tiny regret.
"That's enough forging for you, Iuvie" said the master, examining her exceptional dedication to just placing grips.
"Could you go to the front and mind some customers? I'll be doing the finshing touch on these," he requested with an air of authority. As long as she was in his forge, he's the master. Even if she's no longer an apprentice.