What I mean to write: A disturbing tingling sensation rattled her nerves as the adrenaline pumped vigorously and violently through her veins.

The current hammer is placed aside in favor of a metal spike of sorts. Mokoro quickly taps in a few Runes, and returns the slowly-cooling dagger to the fires where it can warm up again.

“And there’s the main problem with mythril. It cools very quickly, and when heated it tends to shrink before expanding. You have to let it cool just a bit before hammering it out again.”

For once, the forges within Magmoran Mountain (Volcano, really--) are still, aside from Mokoro’s place. This is due to an explanation of mythril metals in blacksmithing to Thiiel, and it is very hard to scream instructions over a few hundred forges hammering away at various projects.

And the volcano’s slowly flowing lava.  “It will take a few minutes to heat up again. Any questions, Thiiel?”