Rondo didn't stop as he kept testing the new techniques that I had shown him.
From time to time, he would look up and ask me for guidance on what he was doing and I wasn't petty with my advice. After all, he had already paid, so there was no reason for me to be that petty.
After a while, Rondo was able to create a piece of alloy that was even better than the one that I had made during the competition.
This really was the skills of the dwarves, they really were devoted to forging.
If possible, I wouldn't want another forging competition with them since I was certain that I would lose once they learned my techniques.
My knowledge was the only thing that would give me an advantage and they were sponges ready to soak up that knowledge from me.
I made a silent vow that I wouldn't challenge another dwarf to another forging competition in my mind.
But in the future…who knew I would break that vow?
