The blacksmith's association of the Primordial Expanse didn't have any extravagant name like the 'Divine Blacksmith Guild' or anything like that, instead it just held the simple name of Blacksmith's Association.
Alex stepped out of the alleyway, adjusting his cloak as he surveyed the bustling streets of the city. The scent of smoldering coal and metal filled the air, mingling with the chatter of merchants and the distant ringing of hammers against metal.
'I chose this area because there seemed to be quite a number of smithy's in the area, but none of them seem prominent or imposing enough to be this place's blacksmith association.' He thought to himself as he scanned the surroundings with his spatial perception.
If there was anywhere to begin his search for the blacksmith association though, it was here.
He moved with purpose through the streets, with Brontes striding silently beside him in his smaller, travel friendly form.
