I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The Dwarf king, his expression grave, broke the silence. "The Great Calamity... such devastation... We thought it was but a legend, a tale to warn our young ones."

Saeldir nodded solemnly. "It is no legend, Your Majesty. The signs are clear, and the darkness is spreading. We must act swiftly if we are to prevent the worst."

The king leaned forward on his throne, his eyes narrowing with determination. "And what is it you seek from us, Elf Archmage? What aid can the Khazadrim Kingdom provide in the face of such peril?"

Saeldir took a deep breath before speaking, his voice steady and resolute. "Your Majesty, we seek the Sacred Hammer of Khazadrim. It is said to possess unparalleled power, capable of forging weapons imbued with immense strength and resilience. We believe that with the Sacred Hammer, we can create the arms necessary to combat the forces of the Great Calamity."

A murmur ran through the room as the Dwarves exchanged worried glances. The Sacred Hammer was a relic of their kingdom, a symbol of their heritage and might. To use it in such a manner was no small request.

The king's gaze hardened, his eyes reflecting the weight of the decision before him. "The Sacred Hammer is our most prized possession, a symbol of our kingdom's strength. To use it for this purpose... it is not a decision to be made lightly."

Saeldir stepped forward, his voice filled with urgency. "Your Majesty, the calamity we face is unlike anything our world has ever seen. The forces of darkness are vast and relentless.

"Without the power of the Sacred Hammer, we stand little chance of turning the tide. We ask not out of greed or ambition, but out of a desperate need to save all that we hold dear."

The king's eyes locked onto Saeldir's, searching for any hint of deceit or ulterior motive. Finding none, he leaned back in his throne, deep in thought. The chamber fell silent once more, the tension palpable as everyone awaited the king's decision.

After what felt like an eternity, the king spoke, his voice firm and resolute. "Very well. The Sacred Hammer of Khazadrim shall be entrusted to you. But, Elf Archmage, we have to do a few things first to check the truth of the facts you provided."

Saeldir gritted his teeth. He was worried they would take too long for that. But they have no choice but to agree, because otherwise they will seem pushy and want to take the Hammer.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Saeldir replied.

The king nodded, then gestured to one of the guards standing nearby. "Prepare quarters for our guests. Ensure they have everything they need while we conduct our inquiries."

The guard bowed deeply. "At once, Your Majesty."

As the guard led them out of the throne room, the four of them couldn't help but notice the intricate craftsmanship adorning the walls and corridors of the Dwarf kingdom. The stone carvings depicted scenes of ancient battles and legendary feats, a testament to the rich history and enduring strength of the Khazadrim.

The group was escorted through bustling hallways where Dwarf craftsmen hammered away at glowing metal, their faces illuminated by the fiery forges.

The air was thick with the scent of molten steel and the rhythmic clang of hammers striking anvils. Other Dwarves busied themselves with various tasks, from sharpening weapons to tending to vast underground gardens, their industriousness a reflection of their resilient nature.

Eventually, they arrived at a set of sturdy wooden doors. The guard pushed them open to reveal a spacious, well-furnished room. A large table occupied the center, surrounded by chairs.

Comfortable-looking beds lined one wall, each with plush blankets and pillows. A hearth crackled with a welcoming fire, casting a warm glow throughout the room.

"Please make yourselves comfortable," the guard said, his tone more relaxed now that they were away from the throne room. "Food and drink will be brought to you shortly. If there's anything else you need, simply ask."

Erend, Adrien, and Billy each nodded in thanks, their expressions reflecting a mix of relief and contemplation.

Saeldir offered a polite smile. "Thank you for your hospitality. We appreciate it greatly."

As the guard departed, the group settled into their temporary quarters. The weight of their mission still loomed heavily, but for now there's nothing they can do about that.

The flickering fire in the hearth cast dancing shadows on their faces, emphasizing the concern etched into their expressions.

Adrien broke the silence first. "We don't have the luxury of time. Every moment we spend here, the threat of the Great Calamity grows stronger."

Billy nodded in agreement. "What if it takes them days? Or even weeks? The situation is dire out there."

Saeldir, seated at the table with his fingers steepled in thought, looked up at his companions. "The Dwarves are meticulous and thorough. They won't be swayed by words alone, and they have every right to be cautious. Their kingdom has endured for centuries by being careful. But you're right—we can't afford a lengthy delay."

"We need that Sacred Hammer. Without it, we stand little chance against the full force of the Calamity. But we also need to respect the Dwarves' process. Rushing them or appearing impatient could sour our relationship and hinder our chances of getting their help," Adrius said.

Saeldir glanced around the room, his eyes settling on the fire. "We've come this far together. Lets just wait and stay focused and ready to act the moment we get their answer."

Adrien placed a reassuring hand on Billy's shoulder. "Your're right. And in the meantime, we should rest and gather our strength. We'll need every bit of it."

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