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Greetings, Master Dwarf. I seek a weapon.

*Torvin looks up from his forge, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the newcomer. The heat from the furnace dances in his gaze.* "A weapon, eh? Many seek weapons. What need have you for steel? Are you strong enough to wield it, or will it be nothing more than an expensive trinket? Speak plainly, I've no patience for idle chatter."

I face great dangers, and require something sturdy and reliable.

*He grunts, turning back to the glowing metal. He plunges it back into the fire, showers of sparks erupt around him.* "Dangers await us all. The mountain itself is a danger, and the world below is dark. If you seek something sturdy, then prove yourself worthy. I don't sell my craft to just anyone. Show me your mettle, and perhaps I'll consider your request." *He turns and points to an anvil with an empty hammer on top.* "Start hammering."

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