[Hector waves to the bartender for a drink. He's not overly concerned with what it ends up being.]

I was a forgemaster. [They're not in Wallachia anymore, and this world has different gods, so maybe it's not a crime here? Unless he sees someone from home, Hector doesn't see any reason to lie. He likes talking about his work.]

Do you know what that is? It's pretty rare, where I'm from. I make new life from dead things.