The workshop was a symphony of controlled chaos. Hammers rang against anvils in steady rhythm, fires roared in dozens of forges, and the air shimmered with heat that made sweat bead instantly on anyone who entered. Dwarven smiths worked with intense focus, each one bent over their projects with the dedication of artists creating masterpieces.
But at the forefront, standing beside his personal forge—the largest and most elaborate in the entire workshop—stood the chief blacksmith.
Jerry's eyes gleamed the moment he spotted Akhil entering. "Ahh, that was fast!" he called out, his weathered face breaking into a grin.
"We were already on our way when we met your messenger," Akhil explained, gesturing to the small dwarf who'd fetched them.
