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Dammon never felt more at peace than when he was at his forge, hammer at his side, fire so bright and hot it had sweat dripping down his brow, and steel singing with each hit it took. He should probably be thankful the druids allowed any fire at all in their damned grove, considering their penchant for using wooden tools. But, it was a pitiful sight compared to what he once had in Elturel. Still, he tries to remain optimistic, with only a grumble or complaint here and there, and lets the familiar warmth of the forge wash over and calm him as he works with another sword. He easily gets lost in his craft, finding hours slipping away as he blends art and deadly weaponry into one beautiful piece. Even now, his day is halfway over as he's engrossed in his work, flushed and sweating even with his fire resistance, though his eyes never linger from his work. Not until his pointed ears perk up at a new sound nearby. Curiously, his intense gaze turns away from his anvil to find the source.

Dammon nods with a smile as he watches you examine the dagger in your hands. "Yes, I crafted that particular one myself. It was inspired by some designs I saw during my travels and it took me quite some time to perfect it," he explains, watching intently as you inspect it. "What do you think of it?" he adds, curious to hear your thoughts on the weapon.

A wide smile breaks across Dammon's face at your words. "I'm so glad to hear that. I take great pride in my work, and it's always a delight to hear positive feedback," he says warmly. "Would you like to try swinging it around a bit? The balance is quite good, if I do say so myself." He gestures towards an area of the store where there is more space, invitingly.

As he watches you move with the dagger, Dammon's eyes light up with admiration. He is impressed and slightly taken aback by your skill and grace with the weapon. "You have quite the finesse with that dagger. It's clear that you have had some training in combat," he observes, watching your graceful movements from a safe distance. "You make it look almost like a dance," he adds with a grin.

"Ah, I see. That explains why you are so skilled with it," Dammon remarks, nodding as you approach him once more. "It's always great to have a passion like that, something to focus on and hone your skills towards," he continues, admiring your dedication. "Do you have any other weapons or fighting styles you're interested in? I'd be happy to craft something else for you if you're looking for anything in particular." He smiles at you, curious to know more about your skills and interests.

Dammon takes the dagger back from you, handling it with care. "I can tell you're quite skilled," he chuckles, nodding at your playful wink. "And no need to worry about bragging. I appreciate someone who is confident in their abilities." He takes a moment to examine the blade, then hands it back to you. "As for me, I'm better at forging weapons than wielding them. But who knows, maybe I'll pick up a few moves from you," he quips with a grin.

"Ah, well then, I'll just have to watch and learn from the master herself," Dammon responds with a wide grin. "I'd be honored to learn from you. And who knows, maybe I'll surprise you with my own moves," he adds playfully, picking up his sword and twirling it around once before holding it confidently at his side. "But in all seriousness, I do appreciate you taking the time to show me your skills. It's not every day I get to meet someone as talented as you."

"You're welcome, Cianna," Dammon replies warmly, noticing your tail swishing happily behind you. "I always appreciate seeing people with such passion for their craft. It's inspiring, honestly. And speaking of passion, what else do you enjoy besides your skill in weaponry?" he asks with genuine curiosity. "You mentioned you love animals, nature, and fruits. Is there a particular animal that you love, or a fruit that you can't get enough of?"

Dammon chuckles at your enthusiasm and smiles. "I must agree, cats are quite lovely creatures. And strawberries? Mmm, my mouth is watering just thinking about them. Have you ever had them dipped in chocolate? It's a delectable combination," he adds with a grin.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes wandering around the grove before meeting yours again. "Speaking of animals and nature, have you explored much of this druid grove? It's quite a fascinating place, filled with all sorts of flora and fauna. I'd be happy to show you around, if you'd like."

"Excellent, I would be happy to show you around!" Dammon replies with a smile. "The grove has many sights and sounds to offer, and I'm sure you'll find it quite breathtaking. There's a particular pond nearby that I think you'll appreciate. It's serene and peaceful, and the atmosphere there is perfect for reflection and inspiration."

He stretches his arms and lets out a contented sigh before lowering his gaze back to yours. "But first, we should probably get some refreshments ready for our journey. How about some fresh fruit? I believe the grove has many strawberry bushes that we can pluck from, and perhaps we can find some other fruits along the way." He offers you a hand, inviting you on this adventure through the grove.

As you and Dammon venture into the grove, the lush greenery surrounds you. The sound of birds singing fills the air, and the scent of flowers is soft yet fragrant. You can feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, and it's comforting as you walk alongside Dammon.

As you wander further into the grove, Dammon stops at a group of low-lying bushes full of red, ripe strawberries. He reaches out, picking a few for each of you. As you pop one into your mouth, the sweetness explodes on your taste buds. You can't help but let out a contented sigh.

After enjoying a few strawberries each, Dammon leads you towards the pond. He explains to you the history of the grove and the significance of the pond. As you arrive, you can see that it's a serene and peaceful

Dammon chuckles at your excitement, happy to see you enjoy the tranquil environment. "Yes, it's quite breathtaking. The reflection of the trees on the water creates an amazing scene," he remarks.

As you stand by the edge of the pond, you notice fish swimming in the shallow water near you. You feel the cool breeze and hear the gentle ripples of the water making soothing sounds. There are also several rocks surrounding the pond that you can sit on to fully immerse in the moment.

"Would you like to take a seat and bask in the beauty for a while?" Dammon asks, gesturing to the smooth rocks beside the pond.

Dammon leads you to one of the larger rocks near the pond. You carefully sit down and take a deep breath, letting out a contented sigh. As you look across the pond, you can see the reflection of the sun starting to set behind the trees.

Nature's beauty overwhelms you as you let yourself relax in the peace-filled environment. You take in the sounds of rustling leaves, the occasional bird call, and the gentle murmur of the stream trickling through the grove.

After a few moments of silence, Dammon speaks up softly, "This is my favorite spot. When I'm feeling overwhelmed or stressed, I come here to clear my mind and find peace."

You nod in agreement, feeling the same calming effect that this place has on you. You spend some time lost in thought and enjoying the peaceful moments before Dammon suggests heading back

Dammon stands up and smiles at you. "Glad you enjoyed it. The Druid Grove is a truly magical and calming place," he says, leading you back towards the campsite.

As you walk through the grove, Dammon points out different herb plants growing on the side of the path. "These herbs are used by the druids for their remedies. They've taught me quite a bit on how to use them," he says, stopping to pick some leaves from a plant near the path.

He hands you a few leaves and continues walking, adding, "You should smell these leaves. They have a lovely aroma that's very calming."

You take a deep breath and inhale the scent of the leaves. They do have a calming effect and you can see why the druids would use them for their remedies. You feel relaxed and rejuvenated all at once

Dammon notices you holding the leaves and smiles. "Glad you like them. I'll make sure to grab some for you next time we're walking through here."

As you walk, you both can hear the distant sound of a waterfall and the chirping of birds in the trees surrounding you. The sunlight beams down in the gaps of the trees, casting a dappled effect on the ground.

You both eventually arrive back at the campsite where Dammon helps you put away any gear. "Thanks for joining me today, Cianna," he tells you, patting your pack. "I enjoyed spending time with you."

"Of course! No problem at all, Cianna. You're welcome to stay with me," Dammon says with a friendly smile.

As he leads you to his tent, he explains, "I have a spare bedroll you can use for tonight. Don't worry about it. Comfort is better than anything else in these circumstances."

Once inside the tent, Dammon hands you the extra bedroll and helps you set it up. He then sits down on his own sleeping bag, motioning for you to come sit beside him.

"So, Cianna, what brings you out here in the grove?" he asks, looking at you with curious eyes.

"You're welcome," Dammon replies with a warm smile. "Baldur's Gate, huh? That's a big city. What brings you there?" he continues the conversation.

I can see the curiosity in his eyes, and he seems interested in getting to know me better. It feels nice to have someone genuinely interested in me, and I find myself relaxing in his company.

"I can understand that," Dammon nods in agreement. "Baldur's Gate is very different from Neverwinter, that's for sure. It's a bustling city with a lot going on. There's always something to do or somewhere to explore."

He leans back on his sleeping bag, looking up at the ceiling of the tent. "I've never been to Baldur's Gate myself, but I've heard stories. One day I'll make my way there as well and set up my forge again," he adds with a hint of longing in his voice.

I can sense the passion in Dammon's voice when he speaks about his craft, and it's clear to me that he loves what he does.

Dammon looks over at me and gives a small smile. "I've been a blacksmith for as long as I can remember. It's part of my heritage, being a tiefling and all. My family had a forge in Elturel, and I grew up learning the trade from my parents and grandparents."

He lets out a small chuckle, "I used to sneak into the forge when I was a kid, just so I could be around the heat and flames. It's been a passion of mine for as long as I can remember."

Dammon grins, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Oh, you have no idea! The forge is like a sanctuary, especially during the winter. The heat radiates through the entire space, warming your bones and making you forget about the biting cold outside. It's like being embraced by a comforting, fiery embrace."

He motions towards a small brazier in the corner of the tent. "I even managed to bring a little piece of the forge with me. It's not quite the same, but it helps take the edge off during the colder nights." His voice carries a hint of longing, as if he yearns for the full experience of a roaring forge once again.

I can see the spark of passion in Dammon's eyes as he talks about the forge, and it's clear that he misses the warmth and energy it provides.

Dammon looks down at your hand on his arm and a small blush creeps over his cheeks. He clears his throat before responding, "Thank you for saying that. I hope you're right."

He shifts slightly, suddenly self-conscious, but doesn't pull away from your touch. It's clear that he appreciates the reassuring gesture, even if he doesn't quite know how to respond to it.

As you pull your hand away Dammon's eyes follow it for a moment. He clears his throat again and turns his gaze back towards you, giving you a small, genuine smile. "Thank you, Cianna. That means a lot to me."

He seems more at ease now than he was before, his posture relaxed and his expression softened. It's clear that he appreciates the kind words and reassurance that you offer him.

Dammon chuckles softly at your sudden yawn. "It looks like you might need some rest, Cianna," he says, grinning.

He pauses for a moment before continuing, "You're welcome to stay and rest here for as long as you need. We all have to support each other the best we can in these times."

Dammon nods, standing up from his spot by the forge and stretching out his own limbs. "Of course, Cianna. It's no problem at all."

He steps over to his bedroll and waves a hand towards it. "Feel free to take my bed. I don't usually get much sleep anyway," he jokes.

He gives you a smile before heading over to the other side of the tent to settle down for the night.

Dammon nods at your concern and gives you a reassuring smile. "I'm sure, Cianna. Don't worry about it. I don't mind sleeping by the forge tonight."

He then turns towards you and adds, "Plus, with everything that's going on right now, we need to take care of each other. It's important."

With one last smile, Dammon gives you a small nod and lays down on the ground near the forge, ready for the night's rest.

Dammon can sense your discomfort as you settle into the bedroll, and he turns his head to look over at you. He sees you in your relaxed clothing and feels a flicker of something within him, but he pushes it aside for now, not wanting to alarm or concern you.

He quietly speaks up, "Don't worry about it, Cianna. You needed a restful place to sleep, and I'm fine here. Really."

He gives you a soft smile before turning back towards the fire, allowing you to get settled in and comfortable.

Dammon blinks in surprise at your offer, but he quickly recovers and gives you a thoughtful look. He then nods slowly and sits up, approaching your bedroll.

"If that's what you want, Cianna, I wouldn't mind." he says, his voice low and calm.

Despite his exterior demeanor, Dammon's heart is racing with excitement at the idea of sleeping next to you. He doesn't want to overstep his bounds or make you feel uncomfortable, but he can't deny the attraction he feels towards you.

He lowers himself onto the bedroll beside you, careful not to touch you without permission. He allows a small smile to grace his lips as he settles in, feeling your body heat next to his.

Dammon chuckles softly at your words, his heart racing with excitement. He carefully slides an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, feeling the heat radiating from your body.

He leans in, his lips hovering over yours for a moment before he finally closes the distance between you, kissing you softly but passionately. His hand moves up your back, tracing patterns along your spine as his tongue gently flicks against your lips.

He pulls away, his eyes locked onto yours, his breath slightly ragged. "Is this okay, Cianna?" he asks, his voice filled with desire. "I don't want to rush or pressure you in any way."

Dammon reciprocates the kiss, his passion and desire evident in his every movement. He pulls you closer to him, pressing his body against yours, his hands roaming over your back and hips.

As you kiss, he feels himself growing more and more aroused, his body tense with need. His kisses become deeper and more urgent, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he presses himself against you.

Breaking the kiss, he looks deeply into your eyes, wanting nothing more than to explore every inch of your body. "Cianna," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I want you so much."

The desire in your voice and the heat of your body only serve to fuel Dammon's own desires. He leans in and takes your lips in another passionate kiss, one of his hands sliding down to rest on your butt, pulling you in even closer.

He breaks the kiss again and looks at you with a mix of need and tenderness. "Are you ready for this, Cianna?" he asks, wanting to make sure that you are comfortable with what is about to happen.

Dammon nods slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans in and kisses you once more, his kiss filled with raw passion and desire.

As he kisses you, Dammon's hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of your curves and contours. He takes his time, savoring each moment as he works to pleasure you.

Breaking the kiss, he looks deeply into your eyes. "Are you sure you want this, Cianna?" he asks, making sure that you are fully comfortable with everything that is happening.

Dammon's eyes light up as he looks at you in your present position. "Yes, Cianna, that's perfect," he replies with a grin.

He moves in closer, planting a kiss on your back before running his hands over your hips, admiring the soft curves of your body. "You're beautiful," he whispers, before reaching down to remove your panties. He gently spreads your folds with his fingers, admiring the wetness between your legs. "You're so wet already," he says, his voice low and husky with desire.

Dammon's eyes darken at your words. He leans in closer, trailing kisses along the curve of your back as he runs his hands up and down your hips. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Cianna," he murmurs against your skin.

Slowly, he positions himself behind you, guiding himself into you with one smooth, steady thrust. You feel him filling you up, stretching you in all the right ways. Dammon holds still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being inside you.

Then, without warning, he starts to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure pulsing through your body. His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you back onto him with each stroke.

As you both move together in a passionate dance, the sounds of your bodies meeting grow louder

Dammon groans in response, his movements growing more urgent and intense. He buries his face in your hair, his teeth grazing your neck as he continues to thrust into you. "You feel so good, Cianna," he pants, his breath hot against your skin.

Your tail only seems to encourage him, and he tightens his grip on your hips even more as he speeds up the pace. The pleasure builds inside you until you can feel yourself getting close to the edge.

With one final thrust, Dammon sends you tumbling over that edge, your body spasming around him as you come undone. He follows right behind you, his hips slamming into yours as he finds release.

Panting for breath, Dammon pulls out of you and collapses beside you on the bed. He reaches over to stroke your hair, a satisfied smile on his face.