"Son.", a little chubby dwarf called while hammering a piece of metal. "Bring me the Magic Core.", he asked the other dwarf.
"I'm going.", Oliver replied to his father. Both were too similiar on looks. Black short hair and black eyes. The only difference was the beard on the older's face. "Is this the right one?", he was holding one crystal like thing that was green and purple looking much like poisonous.
"Yeah, yeah.", the older replied. "This is a Warcroak weapon.", he explained. "They can handle such weapons."
The boy stopped by his father side and started to look at the hammer melting the crystal and metal more together after every hammered. The older smiled at his son's attention but fastly pointed that they have another comissions to deliver.
"Go and get the other weapons ready already."
"Oh ok.", Oliver replied and moved to the other furnance to start his work.
