Master Hjalmar II

A hearty laughter echoed across the workshop as Hjalmar looked at the scrawny looking young man standing behind Freya. “This boy? He seems like he could barely lift my hammer, and you say he can compete with me? Hahaha!”

The blacksmith continued to laugh at the absurd idea. Art on the other hand, only smiled confidently as he walked in front of Freya, before speaking, “That’s good. I like it when people underestimate me. It makes beating them even more satisfying.”

His boisterous words silenced the laughing giant blacksmith in front of him. Hjalmar turned very serious, “Boy, do you think blacksmithing is a joke. If you dare to disrespect my profession, I won’t take it lightly.”

“Boy?” Art asked with a tilted head, “I am a lot older than I look, old fossil, but let’s put that aside for now. Let’s make a bet, me and you, what do you say? The one who creates the best item in one hour is the better blacksmith.”