Rune Master!

Logan, understanding the gravity of the blacksmith's words, nodded solemnly. "I'll arrange for more manpower. Don't fret over the pace of equipment production; train more craftsmen methodically. If our expansion outpaces your output, we can procure what's needed from external sources."

"Yes, Chief," Bastos replied, bowing slightly.

Yet, as he turned away, a bitter smile crept across his weathered face. If they resorted to buying arms, what value would the tribe place on a blacksmith like him?

Should we return to the ways of the past and keep crafting tools for farming? Bastos found little merit in that. Were it not for his advanced age and the few years he anticipated remaining, he would have long since departed from the Silvermane tribe, seeking a place where his true worth could be recognized and harnessed.

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manufacturing workshop!