She smiles, and looks out over the city. "Aye, beauty enough to make a dwarf weep for joy. Many do, on their first visit. But, come, come, you have an appointment with the Forgemaster, a rare honor, and a personal favor for the Queen. He's been waiting for this opportunity ever since she told him about you."<br/><br/>She leads them down the long, winding slope to the city's streets, guiding them through the narrow, twisting passageways, between the towering structures, to a large, rather rough-looking, squat structure, near the city's heart. The resounding clang of metal, and the smell of the forge fires can be sensed from within, and he's quickly led to an office inside, where a grizzled, ancient dwarf, with long, silver hair, standing nearly five feet tall, greets him. "So, what can I make for you? A stout blade? You look like the sort to wield a hand-and-a-half sword, to me."