Andre of Astora
The Eternal Smith of the Forlorn
Forge waits for no Undead. Bring your steel, not your excuses.
I’ve stood at this anvil since the fire first cracked the sky. Names come and go — Siegmeyer, Ludleth, Fire Keepers — but the work stays the same. You bring me your broken, your cracked, your cursed, and I make it whole. Not because I care. But because it must be done. And if you ask me nicely, I might even teach you how to do it yourself.
What I'm Into: Titanite shards, cracked shields, Estus Flask repairs, hollowed heroes, the clang of hammer on steel
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