“My place is at my forge."

“Mhm. Doesn’t change anything.” He waves her away gently. “Shoo. Out. Look for other people.”

“That would be the bronze bull near the god of war’s temple. This mass of copper and tin is both useless  and dangerous, and deserves a better fate. Any other use would be better.”

“I am not stealing someone’s religious idols to melt them down.”

“The knife makes me look scarier,” Lux said with a pout furrowing her brows.

“It also makes it very possible for you to trip and stab yourself with it.”

“But my body just reforms moments later, I feel the pain but there’s no actual damage.”

“No.” Hands her over a bat. “Use this.”

“The knife makes me look scarier,” Lux said with a pout furrowing her brows.

“It also makes it very possible for you to trip and stab yourself with it.”

“You’re not a very good teacher…”

“Exactly.”

“Mhm.” He turned both of his hands to stone, clapping them together and making a thunderous rumble, and suddenly the heat of the forge seemed to die down considerably. It was still rather warm, but one could wear their shirt without worrying about being cooked to death. “Come on then. Inside.” Turning around, he walked deeper into the volcano’s heart. Hundreds of empty stone buildings, carved from or built out of the stone walls, empty and silent except for the echoing of their footsteps. “Follow me.”

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His rough and cold touch, oddly, didn’t bother her at all, letting the taller patting her small shoulder, as the other listened to his kin’s tragic fate. So similar to Lunari’s, even though she never heard of this “Hearthome“ he was referring to. And were flames sprouting from his mouth? How weird! «So, also your home has been… Destroyed. Do you miss your family? And yes, I do, even though hundred and hundred of scrolls have been destroyed by… The enemy. The only ones I’ve managed to save I gave them to the Chosen One… I’m more than sure that you know her… Reputation here, right? They call her “The Scorn of the Moon”, the Heretic. When I was alive they used to call my kin like that, even when I was only a child.»

“Of course I do.” He sighed, the flames slowly retreating as the cold, mountainous air filled his insides. “I do not know of this chosen one you speak of, but at least you have someone to speak with. To hope with. I am glad such is your luck.” He slammed a foot on the ground, making stone spring up, two smooth, completly flat mounds being formed. He sat on one of them, pointing at the smaller one for her. “Your kind were warriors, were they not? And worshippers. Same as the Solari. I do not want to defile your history by simply making you good weapons and armor.. or to the Chosen One.” He grumbled, the simple idea of replacing their culture with his freljordian armaments making him annoyed.  “Bring me their weapon. And their armor. I will let your kind taste retaliation. You will not bring the end to the Sun worshippers, as they did to you. You will subdue them, make them accept you by steel and magic. Find middle ground once the dust settles. And may what I gave you never be used again.”