"Bah! Ye doan't know a thing aboot craften ye blootered goat!" Jormunger blurted out at his rival Brikenbald.

Brikenbaln stared at Jormunger and angreley stormed off into the dwarven hall of drinking cursing on the way.

"Bwuahahahhahahaha!" Jormunger laughed as his rival stormed off.

Finishing his loaf of bread and his 3ft long cup of ale Jormunger lumberd off into back to his smithy.

"Ahhh... Always good to be hame." He grunted as he glanced up at the name of his smithy The Smolderhammer.

Jormunger walked inside to a small but powerful smithy with lava rushing out of the walls into large bowls and higherd Gnome slaves hammering down on diffrent metals.

Are ye all daft? I thaot I telt them to all work on one blade! he thought as he noticed that he one of the gnomes were working on swords and axes whos very handles were larger than themselves. 'Eh! Keep me shop safe while I'm gone!" A pause as the Gnomes looked up."Understaun!?" Jormunger yelled as the little gnomes jumped.

I'd best be aff then If i want to catch me ride he said. Jormunger took several minutes, well maby hours before he was fully armored and packed. Jormunger looked around his shop one last time.

"Bwuahahahahahaha! Time fer another journey!" he yelled as he hefted his large two-handed hammer, Cliffbreaker onto his shoulder.

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