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Chief's Forging Anvil

In the dimly lit chamber of the ancient Dwarven forge, Logan stood with a sense of solemnity, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the nearby hearth.

The air was thick with the scent of molten metal and ancient stone. Before him lay the forging models presented by the Dwarf Chief – a collection embodying the pinnacle of Dwarven craftsmanship. The three categories stood out: Iron, Silver, and Gold rank, each signifying a level of mastery and power.

Logan's gaze lingered on the Silver and Gold rank models, their intricate designs and potential for immense power sparking a longing in his heart. Yet, reality was a cruel master; his resources were limited, only sufficient for the creation of three Iron rank armoires. With a heavy heart, he pushed the superior models into his inventory, a place where dreams and aspirations lay in wait.