The expedition force safely returned to the hideout. Of course, not all of them had returned. Twelve Dwarven Warriors had lost their lives. 

It pained them to lose eight of their brothers to Magnium's explosion. Although they were saddened by the loss of their brothers, they held a party to celebrate their success. 

The dwarves lit Phamas Cigars, drank Phamas Beer, and partied rowdily. Kang Oh and Eder were treated like VIPs.

"Kuu, thank you for allowing us to drink Phamas Beer again, Lord Orgon," Randelhoff said, downing a huge glass of beer.

The Blacksmith God, Orgon, was worshipped by the dwarves and those who handled metal.

Randelhoff bowed at Kang Oh and Eder. "I'd like to thank you again. You're the reason we came out of this alive."

"It was nothing," Eder replied modestly.

"If you're that thankful, then please fulfill my request," Kang Oh said. This was his chance.  

"Request?"

"Yes. Please make me a sword."

"Mm." Randelhoff was lost in thought.

The Black Hammer...