"This is your request?"
"I am aware of what I ask, which is why I will understand if you decline.", Tilia held no anticipation for the response.
A dwarf drummed his fingers against a table. Giving his beard a faint tug he considered the proposal.
A villager slammed their hands down, "Are you insane?! Do you know how long they have suffered?!"
The dwarf raised a hand to calm the outraged villager. Once the silence had been restored he interlocked his fingers and rested his chin on them. Eyeing Tilia he spoke, "We were prepared to spend the rest of our lives working. Mass producing mediocre weapons for the Lord's greed."
Tilia slightly bowed her head, but did not interrupt.
"We forged endlessly, our bodies on the verge of collapsing. Yet you approach us just a handful of months later asking us to pick up our hammers and forge again?"
"I understand the weight of this request."
"What do you think of this Hadvyke?"
