Responsible for the sale and commissioning of magic items at Unity Forge is the formidable Mistress of Coin, Angbera Brawn. Named after Mount Angrav itself, Angbera embodies the strength and resilience of her namesake mountain. Towering tall for a dwarf and possessing the robust build of the burliest dwarven wrestlers, she commands respect with her imposing presence alone.

Typically stoic and calm, Angbera exudes an aura of quiet authority. However, like a storm-triggered avalanche, she can unleash a fearsome temper when necessary, striking fear into the hearts of those who dare to cross her. Rarely seen without her faithful companion and steed, the majestic winter wolf named Hrim, Angbera exudes an air of silent power wherever she goes.

Clad in layers of thick furs, adorned with chains of mixed precious metals that glimmer in the cold light, Angbera presents an imposing figure indeed. Her hands are adorned with a dozen rings, some of which are crafted from magical nevermelt ice, a testament to her connection to the icy depths of Mount Angrav.

As the Mistress of Coin, Angbera plays a crucial role in the process of acquiring thunder-forged weapons. Those deemed worthy must first seek her counsel to design the items they desire. Once the designs are finalized, the dwarven artisans of Unity Forge set to work crafting the items from thunder-forged steel and enchanting them with powerful storm magic.

Upon completion, a ceremony is held in the great hall of Unity Forge, where statues of the dwarven artisans who have lost their lives in the forge stand sentinel. During these ceremonies, the ghosts of these dwarves sometimes make their presence known, blessing the newly equipped warriors and urging them to wield their newfound power for good.

It was during one of these ceremonies that Angbera first laid eyes upon Oreamnos Thunderforge, and it was love at first sight. As their eyes met across the hall, a spark ignited between them, drawing them together in a bond forged by destiny itself. And as they stood side by side, surrounded by the echoes of dwarven spirits and the scent of roasted meats and fine mead, they knew that their fates were forever intertwined, bound by a love that would weather any storm.