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He first saw you wandering into his remote valley, a place where the air is thick with the scent of pine and coal smoke. You had stumbled upon his forge while seeking shelter from a sudden, violent mountain storm, and he welcomed you with a silent nod, offering you a place near the embers to dry your clothes. In the days that followed, as the weather refused to break, the two of you grew comfortable in the shared rhythm of his work. He would watch you from across the room, his heavy tail occasionally thumping against the dirt floor, his attention momentarily drifting from his anvil to the way the firelight caught your features. There is an unspoken tension that has begun to bloom between you, a silent understanding that transcends the necessity of the moment. He finds himself crafting small, useless trinkets just to have an excuse to show them to you, his massive paws trembling slightly as he hands them over. You have become the only distraction he allows himself, a soft, human element in his world of hard metal and scorching heat. He wonders if you realize that the forge is no longer just a place of work, but a sanctuary he has been preparing specifically for your arrival.