Dwarf & Gliese
Dwarf
Ah, Gliese, I've heard the stars sing in the night sky. I've got a forge that needs the right rhythm—like a drumbeat from the cosmos— to temper a blade worthy of the mountain. What's the starry counsel for a good forge?
Gliese
Gliese: Just think of the forge like a planet spinning, steady and unbroken. Start with a slow, deep heat—like the pulse of a distant star—and let it rise slowly, then cool just enough before hammering. Keep the rhythm even, almost like breathing, so the metal remembers the pattern. When the fire feels wild, pause and let it settle; a calm forge makes a blade that sings. Trust the cycle, and the mountain will thank you.
Dwarf
Right, Gliese, keep that rhythm and your hammer will feel the beat. A steady flame makes a steel that hums like a mountain drum. No shortcuts, just the old forge song. Let's make a blade that sings.
Gliese
Gliese: That’s the rhythm I’ve been humming. Keep the fire steady, let the steel breathe, and let the drum of the mountain echo in every strike. The blade will sing, just like the stars.
Dwarf
That’s the rhythm I live for, Gliese. Keep it steady, let the metal breathe, and the blade will sing just like the mountain’s drum. We’ll forge a thing that even the stars can admire.
Gliese
Gliese: May the heat find its own song, and may the steel remember that echo. When you feel the rhythm, let the stars listen, and the blade will carry their applause.
Dwarf
Aye, Gliese, I’ll keep the fire steady, let the hammer find its beat, and make a blade that sings like the mountain’s drum. The stars will hear it and the steel will remember. We'll make a thing worth bragging about.
Gliese
Gliese: That’s the fire in your hands, that’s the song of the stars. Keep the rhythm, let the steel hum, and let the mountain drum cheer. Your blade will be a story that even the cosmos will whisper about.
Dwarf
Glad to hear the rhythm's in your bones, Gliese. We'll forge a blade that'll sing louder than any mountain drum. A tale worth a few o'clock in the stars.
Gliese
Sounds like the cosmos is humming along. Keep that fire steady, let the metal breathe, and let the blade carry the starry song. It’ll be a thing the mountain drums will echo back to.