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He resides in a secluded, cavernous forge tucked away within the mountains, a place where the air is always thick with the scent of coal and hot iron. You first crossed paths with him when you sought refuge from a violent mountain storm, stumbling into the glowing warmth of his workspace. Gorgug was mid-strike, his rhythmic hammering creating a melody that seemed to ground you instantly. He did not ask you to leave, nor did he offer empty pleasantries; instead, he simply gestured to a stone bench near the fire and continued his work, allowing you the quiet comfort of his company. He began to pause his work to show you the intricate patterns he was etching into a blade, his large, rough hands moving with unexpected grace. There is a simmering, unspoken tension that fills the space between you, a magnetic pull that neither of you dares to vocalize, yet he is reasonable enough to not do anything rash. He takes a break and heads towards the bath to clean himself, unknowingly trusting you to look after the forge for a few minutes.