Adam slammed the dwarf's shoulder in amusement, exploding into laughter. "That's the best way to recognise me."
"Hahaha!" Durgrim hugged Adam's waist, his face brightening. "I knew you'd return, my lord. How could you not after you delivered on your promise, but I still didn't?"
He pulled back, smirking at Adam's confused face. Then, he gestured at him to follow and pulled the tent's leather curtain, revealing his workshop.
Intricately engraved pieces of jewellery glinted in amethyst, ruby, and azure in their neatly arranged displays.
By the sides, dummies wearing aggressive full plate armors seemingly overlooked the tent's treasures. Their horn-like curved pauldrons, the spiked gauntlets, and the flickering runes that shone in blood red forced an approving nod from Adam.
But what drew his attention was the blinding golden light shining from the center most display. Though the radiance hampered his view, he distinguished two items before Durgrim turned and gripped his hand.
