[color=yellow]"Me? Well... no. I'm a tink'rer 'n buyer o' less-than-legal goods."[/color] Grodlar admits as he closes the book down. [color=yellow]"Though, t'was said that th'ancient dwarves o' th'mountains ran their forges usin' pure magma, easily enough t'melt th'scales o' th'now-deceased Fyneas, the Dragon God o' th'[i]Sun[/i]."[/color] 

Eve hugs your arm instinctively as she looks at Grodlar talk. [color=dodgerblue]"Must've been some magma."[/color]

[color=yellow]"Aye. I got t'see it once, used inna forge by one o' th'paladin order. Gods, that forge."[/color] Grodlar closes the book before continuing. [color=yellow]"Unfortunately, he's missin'. Ain't nobody been able t'find that forge. Some say it doesn't exist, but it does."[/color]