"I really thought I would make it another sixty years before my mind went. But I guess that elder is still going to keep his sanity longer than I will. What a shame. I'm just another dwarf lost to madness." Grey could only manage to convince himself he was going crazy. There was no way that he had just heard Walker say that he had the portable forge skill. It was just too much.
"Umm, Grey...you aren't crazy. I really did get the portable forge skill." Walker stood up and looked at Grey in silence. He and Grey just stared at each other while Grey blinked over and over.
"Oh…" Grey picked up the dagger that he had dropped and finished shining it. "You will need to get all the required materials and tools. I can help with that. But maybe, you should prepare others before you say that. It's a lot for a dwarf to hear."
