Erend walked away from the bustling forge, the heavy scent of metal and the rhythmic clanging of hammers fading behind him. His mind was still clouded with thoughts about the strange attraction he felt towards the sealed box containing the rare and precious Starsteel. The sensation was unlike anything he had experienced before.
As he navigated through the intricate tunnels and grand halls of the Dwarven kingdom, his mind raced. He had felt a pull, an almost primal urge that seemed to emanate from deep within him. It was as if the very essence of the Dragon inside him had awakened at the presence of the Starsteel.
The corridors were alive with activity. Dwarves hurried about, carrying tools, weapons, and materials, their faces focused and determined. Erend barely noticed them, lost in his own thoughts.
