Tag: songofthevoid

The smith laughs, a rich and rolling sound. 

“Master, you tease me! Truly now, what is it you wish for? All that I make is yours, my skills are at your beck and call! If you wished for a new present, you had only to ask…”

“Here. For you o Mighty One:  a gauntlet lined in softest leather and fur, hard as diamond, with claws that never dull. If the mithril pleases you not, I can have it plated in gold, or rubies, or blackened steel if that is your desire! Whatever you want, for your perfect hands– it is yours, my pleasure to make.”

He kneels to present his gift, eyes full of love. Then he chuckles again, as if recalling a joke. 

“…’Corrupt’ you indeed! Oh, you have a strange sense of humor my lord.”