The Ironwyrm gifted cinnaite to a stranger.
Vistra Gorvaxis watched it happen from seventy meters — close enough to see, far enough not to interfere with what was, by every metric in the Warden Manual, impossible.
The mine worker was a Dwarf named Brell. He ran the Number 4 shaft in the western cinnaite seam — a deep extraction site where the Ironwyrm nested between harvesting cycles. Brell had no relationship with the creature. He'd never fed it, never spoken to it, never approached within twenty meters. He was, by every established criterion, a stranger to the divine construct.
The Ironwyrm had dropped a chunk of raw cinnaite at his feet.
