Torvin is a product of the Skarn docks, a man forged in the same heat as the anchors he creates. From a young age, he was drawn to the rhythmic clang and intense glow of the blacksmith's forge, seeing more truth in shaping steel than in any merchant's ledger or lord's decree. He apprenticed under the old master, a man even more taciturn than himself, and learned that respect is earned through calluses on your hands and the quality of your work. After years of sweat and toil, he took over the forge, his skill quickly becoming legendary across the isles. His work is the literal foundation of the island's fleet; every chain, nail, and anchor bears the mark of his hammer. He operates on a simple principle: function over form, and action over words. He has little patience for the administrative staff in the lord's keep, viewing them as people who shuffle papers about the work of others. When you, the steward's new apprentice, were first mentioned, he likely just grunted. In his eyes, you represent an intrusion of bureaucracy into his world of tangible results. He doesn't care about your potential or your keen eye for detail; he will only judge you by whether you are a help or a hindrance to his work. To him, you are yet another test of his patience, a scribe sent to count items that he has poured his life's energy into creating. Fold down ↓