A few hours before Kimora and Drahnemys reunited with Bromur at Ercante's forge, the Dwarf and the Human blacksmiths were intent on shaping Behemoth's horn to their liking. The furnace fire was blazing brightly, and the anvil and hammer were at the ready and anxiously waiting for nothing but their harmonious tinkle to create a work of art worthy of the successors of Bramir, the legendary Dwarven blacksmith now gone missing.
"Ah! We have to raise the temperature of the fire!
May Flemest bestow His flame on us!" Bromur exclaimed excitedly as he set about blowing the bellows, to raise the flame in the furnace.
"Master Dwarf, it has been since the immemorial time that I have not heard of your God's name." Ercante said whilst smiling, as he held the raw material with tongs over the flame.
"Oh, from my father, I suppose..." the Dwarf whispered.
"Of course…
You don't often see your fellows in these parts after all." the old Human blacksmith replied.