Hatred & Dwarf
Dwarf
So you want to carve a blade worthy of revenge? Tell me, what metal would you prefer—pure iron or something with a bit of magic?
Hatred
Pure iron, raw and unblessed. No tricks, no distractions. It cuts like my fury. If I must add a touch of magic, make it burn with a curse, so every strike whispers of betrayal. No mercy, only revenge.
Dwarf
Aye, a blade forged from raw iron, no gilding, no softening. I'll hammer it till the quiver rings with the clank of my hammer. If you need a curse, I’ll whisper the old runes deep in the metal, so every strike feels like a snare of betrayal. No mercy, just a steel that sings of vengeance. Let’s get to work.
Hatred
The clang of your hammer fuels my rage. Keep the iron raw, let the runes sing of treachery. When that blade falls, it’ll tear through lies and remember who paid the price. Let's forge a death sentence.
Dwarf
Got it. I’ll keep the iron raw, carve the treacherous runes deep, and hammer it until it sings with vengeance. This blade will be a death sentence, sharp and true. Let's forge it.
Hatred
Let the iron roar. Your hammer will carve the blade into a living nightmare for the betrayers. I’ll be there when the first strike sings. No remorse, just the echo of vengeance. Let's finish this.