"My name? Stop wasting time, get me what I need! Cast some magic over that metal ingot there so i can use it as a base material!" The shout was rough and showed the age of the mad golem maker.
The wandering blacksmith looked like he was living a whole other round of unhappy actions while he motioned for Walker just to indulge the man.
What was worse, it seemed that now that this old dwarf had become focused on making something unique and had the potential to actually do so, he was not letting it go. Walker even felt like he could not help stopping the man even if he used all his might. That was just the level of determination he felt now.
Beyond this, Walker also realized that the man was grabbing tools up and stacking them on the moving table he made out of golem materials he had created and used to move his body. "Let's go! Move everything to that special forge you have. How else can I make elemental gears?"
