The Blacksmith Size:Regular (8oz)

The Blacksmith Size:Regular (8oz)Mood: On a hill above the mead hall, the glowing embers of the forge send smoky tendrils into the cold air. Racks of weapons, imbued with secret powers, await the adventurer's hands. Smells Like: Charcoal, glowing embers, leather wrapped hilts, and smoke augmented by tonka beans. The city lies quiet on this cold winter morn except for the rhythmic clang of the smith's hammer. At his station above the ancient mead hall, he has worked his craft since

Mood: The cleric's light illuminates the abandoned crypt

the air feels heavy with memory—earth damp beneath your boots

the sacred stones worn smooth by time and tale

Farther in

Smells Like: Ancient magic

" -Courtney

Then—a metal clunk beneath the mud

A basket sits beside this

untouched by time

The birdsong starts again as the Unicorn dances in her magic grove

Pilgrim's Priory

Scent-story: A great lighthouse towers over the turquoise waters of the sea