Hannah Hammer

Once you are friends

Are you trying to befriend me because you like being around strong women?

I come from a long line of powerful smiths. I am convinced I am a descendant of The Wright, one of the Grandmasters. And fables of old tell of a strong woman called Hammer who quested with some hero in a realm far away. I changed my surname in her honour.

Once they like you

Do you want to know the riddle of steel?

Flesh ages and withers. Steel becomes weak. True strength comes from within you. A sword can cut through flesh, but a hand must wield the sword. Without the iron will to grasp the sword and be prepared to cut through flesh, then they are nothing.

I don't fight monsters, but I do fight the demons of the mind. Every day I hammer at the anvil, and each blow is my way of showing my strength. Smithing is in my blood, and my blood is full of iron.

Asking for help

Your friendship glows like my forge. I bet you did not think when you first saw me that I would be so poetic?

Appearances can be deceptive. I may look like I crush diamonds into dust between my shoulder blades but inside is a warm foundry.

Hey! I always want to prove to myself that I am strong, so I have been thinking.

All I seem to work with here is copper, tin, some zinc and iron. I have heard of Fae metals that are not only hard to shape but attempt not to be forged, as though they are alive.

If you ever find any, I would honour your name each morning as I fire up the coals with the bellows. And give you some Brass.

When it is done

Incredible! Look at how it glimmers. It seems to shift and move as you look at it.

I shall make something beautiful with this.

You have shown me the true strength of friendship.