I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The figure, cloaked in darkness, began to change. Muscles and bones shifted, reshaping themselves with an unnatural ease. The transformation was a grotesque spectacle of contorting flesh and cracking bones, but the figure did not flinch. This was a process he had undergone countless times before.

As the final touches of the transformation settled the figure's previously tall and lithe form had shrunk and broadened, taking on the stocky build and distinctive features of a dwarf.

His skin roughened, hair sprouted in coarse tufts, and his eyes took on the hard, glinting look of a seasoned miner. The once-dark figure now appeared indistinguishable from any other dwarf within the kingdom.

The newly transformed dwarf grumbled under his breath, the deep voice reverberating through the small chamber.

"Why do I have to do this myself? The one I allied with should've handled this by now."

He paced back and forth, the frustration evident in his every movement. "But no, they had to send me directly. 'Ensure the Starsteel forging process is sabotaged,' they said. As if it were that simple."

The false dwarf's thoughts turned dark as he contemplated the task ahead. Sabotaging the forging process of the Starsteel was no easy feat. The dwarves of Khazadrim were masters of their craft, and their vigilance was unparalleled. But the figure had his orders, and failure was not an option.

"I need to be careful," he muttered to himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "One wrong move, and this entire kingdom could turn on me. But if I succeed... the rewards will be worth the risk. And the Dragon… If he found out about me, I will be dead in no time."

He moved to a small, cluttered table in the corner of the chamber, where an assortment of tools and vials lay scattered.

Picking up a small vial of a viscous, dark liquid, he held it up to the light, watching it shimmer with an ominous glow.

"This should do the trick," he said with a twisted smile. "A few drops of this in the forge, and their precious Starsteel will be ruined. They'll never know what hit them."

The figure-turned-dwarf pocketed the vial and donned a heavy cloak, ensuring it covered his features. He knew he had to blend in perfectly, avoiding any suspicion as he made his way to the heart of the forge.

With one last glance around his hidden chamber, he stepped out into the tunnels, ready to execute his mission.

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As the sun rose over the dwarven kingdom of Khazadrim, casting a golden glow over the ancient stone structures, Erend, Billy, Adrien, Adrius, and Saeldir gathered in a secluded corner of the massive forge.

The clanging of hammers and the hiss of steam provided a constant backdrop, allowing their hushed conversation to remain private.

The urgency of the situation was not lost on any of them. They were well aware that the traitor, or traitors, within the kingdom could be anyone and the risk of their mission being compromised was high.

"I'll use my magic sense to sharpen my awareness now. It's risky in such a busy environment, but we don't have a choice," Saeldir informed them.

"Do what you need to do. We'll cover for you," Adrien said.

Saeldir closed his eyes, drawing upon his innate magical abilities. He focused on expanding his senses. The forge, with its myriad of scents, sounds, and energies, was a chaotic place, but Saeldir's heightened senses began to filter through the noise, seeking out anything that felt out of place.

As Saeldir concentrated, Erend, Adrien, and Billy fanned out, blending into the bustling activity of the forge. They observed the dwarves closely, noting their interactions, their body language, and any signs of unusual behavior.

Adrius taking a different approach. He engaged the dwarves in conversation. He asked seemingly innocuous questions about the forging process, the history of the Starsteel, and their daily routines.

His aim was to gather information subtly, piecing together any hints of dissent or discontent among the ranks.

Meanwhile, Saeldir's magical sense began to pick up on subtle differences in the energy signatures around him.

Amidst the steady pulses of the dwarves' natural magic, there was a faint, almost imperceptible discordance. It was as if a small ripple had disturbed the otherwise harmonious flow of energy within the forge.

Saeldir's eyes snapped open, locking onto a figure at the far end of the chamber. The dwarf in question was moving with a purpose that seemed at odds with the usual methodical pace of the blacksmiths. There was a tension in his movements, a furtiveness that set him apart.

"I've found something," Saeldir whispered to Erend and Adrien, who had reconvened nearby. "There's a dwarf over there, his energy is different. He's trying to mask it, but I can sense it."

Erend followed Saeldir's gaze, his eyes narrowing as he observed the dwarf in question. "Good work. Let's keep an eye on him for now. If he's our traitor, we need to catch him in the act."

Billy joined them, having noticed the same dwarf's unusual behavior. "What's the plan?"

"We shadow him," Adrien said. "But we do it quietly. We can't let him know we're onto him. The best agent is Adrius and Saeldir who has been helping for the forging until now."

The group moved with practiced stealth, blending into the busy forge while keeping the suspicious dwarf within sight. They watched as he made his way towards a less frequented area of the forge.

The dwarf paused near a large furnace, glancing around to ensure he wasn't being watched. He then produced a small vial from within his cloak, its contents glinting ominously in the forge's light.

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