>>6173832The gem in it lighted up, as the precious metals on the anvil started to warm up; it glowed with a red-golden colour, which would have burnt any touched, so you refrained from doing so.
In the centre of the hall, a being was taking form, of the same blue hue that the Vilicus was coloured with. It was a short man, a dwarf rather, with a long white beard and a black apron covering his white tunic.
<span class="mu-i"> <span class="mu-b"> ''Grungi, no sorry, Grungurius, master smith, of all varieties, at your service. Be ye guest or resident, I can make and repair anything to do with metal, gold, tin, steel, adamantium, or mithral. I can forge, melt, and decorate any and all weapons, armour, and jewellery you may bring.'' </span> </span>
He looked around the hall and to the rooms where the coals and firewood for the furnaces were kept. <span class="mu-i"> <span class="mu-b"> ''Though you might want to consider foraging for fuel first,'' </span> </span> he remarked.
>Greetings to you, master Grungri.>Can't I simply cut down the trees outside?>Is there no magical source to fuel the forges?>Write-in. 