Role

Chapter 19

"Come to meee..." The voice within the robe echoed.

Gruhnarld looked into the blazing forge - a leather
shoe near the breach. "It" saw where Gruhnarld was
looking and with a motion of his chin, the final remains
of the smith where reduced to ash.

The robed figure turned back to Gruhnarld again and
chuckled a bit under the robe, it's whole body shaking
and shivering in delight.

"I sense within your soul, that you had wanted something
from the smith..." he groaned with a dismissive wave to
the forge.

Gruhnarld, shaking with fear, nodded in agreement without
thinking. His voice betraying him, it quiviered as he
replied..."Yar..."

"Ah be wantin ta be havin dem skill er dem forge dare...
been wantin ta be makin dem swerd wid dem skill er dem
masta smith, meh werk wanted by all, ahn ah bein known
dem werld throughout." Gruhnarld said.

The robed figure seemed to stand taller, and Gruhnarld
could sense that it was grinning beneath it's cowl.

"Well then, dwarf. Perhaps we could come to an arrangement."