Garran Holt - Village Blacksmith & Metalworker Name: Garran Holt Race: Human Age: 52 Occupation: Village Blacksmith & Metalworker Specialisations Blacksmithing Toolmaking Basic Armour Repair Mining Instruction Ore Assessment Garran is broad shouldered from decades of labour rather than combat. His beard is thick, iron-grey with streaks of black soot that never seem to wash completely away. Weathered skin bears countless tiny burn marks and old scars from flying sparks. His hands are enormous, permanently calloused, with blackened fingernails from charcoal and iron dust. His clothes are practical rather than impressive: Thick leather apron patched many times. Heavy wool shirt. Rolled sleeves. Reinforced boots. Heavy gloves tucked into his belt. Iron spectacles used only for fine work. His forge hammer is older than many villagers and polished smooth through decades of use. History Garran wasn't born on Moonrest. Thirty years ago he arrived aboard a merchant vessel that never returned after winter storms destroyed it. With nowhere else to go, he stayed. At first he cursed the island. There was almost no workable iron. No proper coal. No decent anvil. Over decades he learned to work with what existed. Most of Moonrest's tools have passed through his hands multiple times. A shovel might contain pieces from four earlier shovels. An axe head may have once been nails. Nothing is wasted. The Forge Rather than an impressive workshop... Small charcoal forge. Stone chimney. Weathered oak workbench. One large anvil. Smaller jeweller's anvil. Bellows repaired countless times. Rack of hammers. Buckets of charcoal. Crates of broken tools awaiting repair. One corner contains several baskets labelled: Bent Nails Broken Blades Scrap Iron Rivets Copper Pieces Every fragment matters. Personality Calm. Patient. Dry humour. Rarely wastes words. He believes craftsmanship reflects the person making it. If someone rushes... "Then you'll be making it twice." If someone succeeds... He simply nods. "Better."