Dozens of dwarf craftsmen were already at the Great Furnace hammering away. A few of the oldest dwarves frowned when they saw Goulda leading Davey inside. Addressing them, Goulda said, “Can’t you see? It’s the human who has come to visit the village.”

“Goulda, you’ve gone mad!”

“How dare you bring a human into this place?!”

The old dwarves responded just as Davey had expected. Goulda was the Eighth Elder, meaning that there were other elders, and the other elders had refused to meet Davey because of their work in the Great Furnace. Among them, he could see an old dwarf who looked very similar to Goulda.

“Goulda,” the dwarf said.

“Big brother.”

“Explain this nonsense.”

As the dwarves glared at Davey with cold eyes, Goulda let out a deep sigh. He explained to his brother, “It was a bet. Apparently, this greenhorn prince from the Rowane Kingdom knows blacksmithing.”

“So?”

“I’m just trying to let him shadow our work here for a little while.”

“So, you brought a human into this Central Workshop? Goulda! Are you insane?! You’re still drunk, aren’t you?!”

“I’m fine! It’s been a while since I’ve met a human...