Role

Chapter 23

Juhldalor arrived at the forge before his father,
Gruhnarld, had. He came close to the ever fired forge
rubbing his hands together for warmth. His gritty caloused
hands making a rough sandy noise as he moved them back
and forth vigerously, huffing the cold air out of his lungs.

He saw his fathers massive smithing hammer on a table
covered with other odd runes and glyphs of sort. Strange
Juhldalor thought to himself, he almost never left his
hammer out in the cold.

As he neared the hammer, a strange red glow began to pulse
within it, and a ever so slight humming could be heard.
Juhldalor closed his eyes a moment to further concentrate
upon the sound when suddenly the door to the forge slammed
with enough force to shake the building.

"JUHLDALOR!" GIT yer fargin arse way from meh fargin hammer
dare boy! Er ah be rippin yer fargin guts out yer fargin
arse dare eh!"

Juhldalor nearly jumped out of his skin as he stood wide
eyed looking at his father, the memory of their last
evening still fresh in his mind.

Gruhnarld hurried over to the table, the hammer fading
quickly and became silenced as he reached for it, nearly
knocking Juhldalor to the ground as he shoved him to the
side.

Gruhnarld looked into Juhldalor's eyes and locked his gaze
upon him. His massive hammer held steady in his hands.

"So yer fargin wantin ta be knowin wha ah be
striking dem fargin anvil twice dare eh? Do yer boy?