[Cards] Forgekeeper's Spark

The sound of song clattered through the smithy, its tempo and percussion kept by the beating of a hammer against anvil. Most visitors would come and go, thinking the behavior simply charming and good-natured, but the clever ones who looked closely would notice, after a time, that the smith was singing to the fire. His wobbling notes and timed beats created a chorus for he and the spirit within the flames to work and dance to. The smith wasn't singing idly, no: he was serenading his coworker, friend, and muse.