Grey was laughing wildly at the elders' anger. He had expected the blow up of emotion but not like this. It was just too funny for him after he had been forced to make golems and bend to the elder as his master so many times.
Walker was trying to give Grey pleading looks along with the slowly waking up Remey, Onyx, and Midnight. The elder wasn't doing anything other than cursing his poor luck and how he had not received the skill that was known to be used by forge masters and so rare that it was often thought as a mastery level skill.
"Of all the things, a child received this skill. A child! Why must the caves forsake me? I just wanted the true skills of my passion and profession." The elders' cries were mirrored by his actions. He threw tools here and there in tantrum which made Grey laugh even harder.
