"You can stay at my place." Bjorn grumbled.
A smile grew on Prometheus' face. "Really?" Prometheus sounded surprised.
Bjorn turned around and walked into the kitchen. "Don't 'Really' me, you knew I would let you stay, that's why you came, isn't it?" Bjorn grabbed some glasses from a cabinet.
Prometheus smirked. "Well, it's not like it wasn't part of the calculation..." He mumbled quietly.
Bjorn poured water into the glasses and placed them on a rusty, metallic serving tray. "Always the sly one, is that how a Titan of forethought should be acting." Bjorn snorted.
Prometheus found a seat and signalled for the others to sit as well. "Well, if you know everything that's going to happen, won't you always choose the most entertaining option?" Prometheus smiled.
Prometheus and Bjorn continued their back and forth as Sky finally recovered from the smack. He looked around the room noticing it. They were sitting in the living room, a giant rectangular box that contained the entrance to the home. Along the left wall was a staircase leading up and along the wall opposite to the door was a small dining area and to its left was a kitchen with it's front open, allowing for the cook to easily serve food to the individuals in the living room. In between the dining and kitchen was another door with a large window. From inside you could see a red glow escaping. Currently the three of them were sitting on a very comfortable yet appalling sofa next to the entrance while Prometheus sat on one of the three counter chairs opposite to them, along the kitchen.
As Bjorn handed the glass of water to Jennifer, she almost dropped it before shakily firming her grip. Sky watched as she brought it to her mouth, first sniffing the drink and looking at Kronos who had already finished then very carefully drinking it herself in small, very tiny sips.
"You've met Demeter, haven't you?" Sky felt Bjorns warm breath in his ear.
Quickly he spun around and flew backwards into the sofa.
Bjorn smirked as he looked at the startled and surprised look in Sky's eye. Quickly, it changed into one of curiosity. "I'll take that as a yes, no wonder you reek of Olympian." He shoved the glass into Sky's hand.
Jennifer raised an eye at the comment, now watching Sky as he awkwardly drank the water.
"Prometheus, tell them about this town… I think that much, they need to know." Kronos closed his eyes and leaned back.
Prometheus nodded and swiveled around to face Sky and Jennifer. "Now then, let's go back to the beginning." He started.
"Long ago, there was a dwarf who went by the name of Erik Roar." He started.
Bjorn walked and found a seat next to Prometheus. "Unlike the other dwarves, Erik wasn't good at crafting, nor smithing, nor forging… he was what was called a failed dwarf." Bjorn took over.
"Despite being a failed dwarf, the spirit of forging still lived within him and he continued to forge tools…" Prometheus resumed control.
"I like guys like him…." Mumbled Bjorn.
"However, the second crown prince of Redvealt already saw him as a waste of space but now saw him as getting in the way of the other dwarven masters by wasting their supplies." Bjorn picked up.
"And so, Erik was banished from Redvealt… so he wandered for years, looking for something, a place." Prometheus resumed, "He kept wandering until he found this place."
"A perfect place for forging with a constantly erupting volcano nearby, so he established a town, this town and sent a letter back to Redvealt explaining what he had done and invited anyone who had the spirit of forging to join him." Bjorn fought back.
"A few joined him and this town started, as time passed more and more people joined and the town grew to a size half of what it is now," Prometheus took control once again, "Overcome with jealousy of how quickly he had established his own town the second crown prince of Redvealt called Erik back and had him executed for account of treason and tampering with their business."
"And ever since then the growth of this town has slowed…" Bjorn smiled, "It has become known as the town of failures and mistakes, those who only know of its name call it Errors town, land of the failed blacksmiths… but despite that… it still lives on and grows."
"Speaking of growth, he was from this town, wasn't he?" Prometheus asked.
"Yeah… he was…." Bjorn closed his eyes and nodded.
"Who?" Sky's curiosity had peaked.
"The strongest child of Hephaestus to live and one of the Eleven Phantom Heroes, Vulcan!" Bjorn's head snapped up as his left eye glowed red.