Gavrik Ironhold

Blacksmith. Pyreborn. 

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Gavrik Ironhold never wanted glory.

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In the Lowstone district of Drakos he is known simply as a blacksmith—a broad-shouldered craftsman with soot on his hands and a temper that burns hotter than his forge. His blades are balanced. His work is honest. His reputation was earned through years of quiet labor.

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Few remember the warrior he used to be.

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Gavrik is Drakebound. Pyreborn. Fire still answers him when he calls, though he keeps it buried beneath the forge. He chose iron over spectacle and craft over conquest so he could raise Darren Calder from a baby into a man, hidden in plain sight in a city that forgets its dead too quickly.

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He trained the boy under the guise of self-defense, tempered his recklessness the way he tempers steel—with patience and steady pressure. He told himself it would be enough.

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Now the world is shifting, and the fire he buried is harder to ignore.

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He remains the man who chose to stay.

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