We slowly exit the huge temple. The old mage comes closer.
"*Whisper* Man you have balls of steel not to kneel there."
I look around. The glances they are giving me are ones of curiosity rather than anger. It seems we are fine.
"But seriously how did you do it?"
[Do what?]
"Didn't you feel like kneeling in front of the statue? I worship Akresh and yet I couldn't stop that feeling I was getting."
[Oh?]
How peculiar! I felt the opposite instead. Probably because I'm an artisan myself? As for the dwarves, it is their guardian deity.
Before long the three leaders are meeting. Iron Hammer is the one I know. Iron Furnace has no beard and Iron Anvil has a really long beard. That's how I identity them! How will I recognize them if they change beard style? I won't! At that point, it would be the result of their own tomfoolery.
We reunite in a public plaza. Then many dwarves bring everything required for forging.
