[center][h1][b]Ǫlni The Forgemaster[/b][/h1][/center]
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When Ǫlni lifted his head from his labors, he blinked in amazement and worry. Whoever had made this bullet... No, no he would tell Valkyrie Cykali first. He stomped out of the smithy and entered the warehouse, where Harald was explaining to the Valkyrie exactly who he was. 

"What is a... 'residency?'" The Valkyrie asked, but Ǫlni interrupted them by shoving between them. 

"Harald, thanks for yer help. Ye may go now." The Dwarf said dismissively. 

"Go? What? You drove me here!" Harald exclaimed. Ǫlni looked at him quizzically. 

"It's just a few miles..." The Dwarf explained, but when he saw Harald wasn't going anywhere, he shook his bearded head. He wondered how man had become so soft in the centuries of his slumber, and decided to blame the country. "Americans!" 

"I'm norwegian!" 

Ǫlni ignored him, holding the bullet up in front of the Valkyrie's face. "Whoever made this thing knew fae magic. They enchanted it to see ye and penetrate yer armor and flesh, and I'll bet they're still looking for ye. One doesn't go through that much trouble to not finish the job. Do ye have any mortal enemies or mortals that might be in league with any foes?"