The tall forge, indispensable in a Dwarf tribe, had also been cut in half by the magical beast. The remaining half lay toppled on the ground, and more than ten Dwarves were using ropes to try and pull it up.
"Julia, a little more strength! And you all, one, two, pull hard!"
Chief Henry saw that the guests had already started helping, so he stopped being polite and began directing his tribesmen to work.
Eric was drawn by their voices. More than ten Dwarves, looking like a string of grey potatoes, gripped the rope tightly, straining. Leading them was a female Dwarf.
The Dwarves shouted a chant and pulled together, veins bulging on their foreheads and the backs of their hands.
The half of the forge on the ground was slowly pulled up, but they just couldn't lift it onto the base on the ground.
The female Dwarf in the lead, Julia, gritted her teeth, her palms bleeding:
"Almost there, everyone, a little more strength! We need a few more people!"
