Hamel enjoyed walking through the woods during the winter mornings. Living miles from any major city can make people desperate for entertainment. He stopped at a small pond to get a good look at himself and make sure he didn't have dirt on his nose. (How it got there, he wasn't sure) He was average height for a thirteen year old, his wavy brown hair not quite reaching his hazel eyes. After wiping his face clean, he kept on walking. After about fifteen minutes or so, he took a side trail, hoping to find some dry wood for fire. He started to hear noises, not voices, more like the clang of metal on metal. Knowing that teenagers from the village often "borrowed" swords from the town smith to spar in the woods, he decides to go watch. After four or five more minutes, he came across a large clearing covered in cobblestone. There were metal working tools everywhere, from a gigantic forge to tiny, delicate chisels and hammers. In the middle of the clearing stood a giant of a man hunched over a table. He must have been ten feet tall! He was bald, with arms as thick and trees and soot all over his hands. Despite being so huge and dirty, he had a kind face. The man saw Hamel standing on the edge of the clearing, and called out to him. Not knowing what else to do, Hamel walked over to the hulking man. "H-Hello. My name is Hamel."
In a surprisingly normal voice, the man responded, "Hello. I am the God Smith."
