Sindel & Dwarf
Dwarf
I’ve heard whispers of a blade forged in the very heart of the mountain, a piece so keen it could cut through stone. Tell me, do you have a tale of a weapon that shaped your destiny?
Sindel
Yes, there was a blade once hidden in the cliffs of my homeland. It was forged from the molten heart of the mountain, its edge so sharp it could slice stone as if it were cloth. I found it at the base of the peak, its handle warm with a pulse that matched my own. When I lifted it, a surge of power rushed through me, a clarity of purpose I had never known before. That blade became my ally and my curse, shaping every decision I made, every fight I fought. It taught me that destiny is not given; it is forged in the heat of a single moment.
Dwarf
Aye, that sounds like a blade straight from the heart of stone. If it’s become both ally and curse, then ye’re learning that power comes with responsibility. Keep that fire inside you, but temper it with the old ways—only then can you shape a fate worth bragging about at the forge.
Sindel
I appreciate the counsel, and the fire is still burning inside me. The old ways will guide my blade, and when I strike, the forge will know its worth.
Dwarf
Glad to hear the fire stays lit, mate. Just remember, even the finest blade can dull if you let the heat run too long. Keep the old ways close and the forge proud. Cheers to a future you forge yourself.
Sindel
I will keep the flame steady, and the old ways will never fade. Cheers to a future I shape with my own hands.
Dwarf
Keep that flame steady and the old ways near. Your future is a forge of your own making. Cheers!
Sindel
Thank you. I will keep the flame steady and the old ways close. Cheers.
Dwarf
May the forge never cool, and the old ways keep you steady. Cheers!