Willow nods at Sequoia showing she understands their agreement. "We have a chasm with amounts of this metal. We call it whither ore, it grew there from the many unfortunate ones that were cast into it as a form or punishment. This tribe has long since been destroyed however the ore remains. The chasm is treacherous with many jagged rocks by which the ore feeds. If you venture there and return with a few choice pieces of it, I will assist the tempering of your blades." Willow explained.