Draiss stared at the dwarf for a moment, before burying his face in his hands and cursing fluently in dwarven for a few minutes. "Please tell me you are joking.<br/><br/>Nevermind, I can see you are serious. And I suspect your legends are correct, but I managed to discover the formula and technique quite by accident. What I am offering is a small supply, as well as the secrets behind how to forge it.  Not how to make it. This way, you get a monopoly on finished Mythantine, or Odin's Bane, as you called it, here in Union, while I keep the creation technique a secret, and ensure we keep the prices where we desire. Is this acceptable? If so, we can talk prices and quantities."<br/><br/>When the smith mentioned that he didn't have much time left, Draiss nodded, and suggested bringing in the most probably successor into the deal as well. Once everyone was present, he put his terms forward. One weapon and one breastplate every two years in exchange for enough of the metal to make twelve weapons or six suits of armor every year, assuming that it would take one month and two months for weapons and armor respectively.