“I’m not good with speaking formally. Just keep things as normal. So, do you know anyone who could handle that fang?”
King Dwar inspects the fang closely, then says with passion,
“I want you to let me forge it! I can’t, I won’t let anyone else take responsibility for that fenrir’s fang! With something like this, I can make a legendary weapon! I’m sure it’ll be the best masterpiece in all of my life!”
He seems extremely ecstatic, but just so you know I’m not going to let you use it…
“The one who’ll be using it will be me though.”
“No one other than you could use it even if they wanted to. I bet the fang won’t like being used by anyone but you.”
“Won’t like? You say it like it’s alive.”
“To us craftsmen, everything we handle is as good as living. We listen to their voices and make our weapons following their wishes.”
Voices of materials… Sounds pretty cool actually.
“Alright, I’ll leave the fang to you.”
“REALLY?!!!”
“Really. Of course, after this ends. How long do you think it’ll take to forge a weapon out of it?”
“Mmm, I want to make something I’ll be proud of. Definitely a month at the least, and it could even go up to a year.”
O, one year… True, it’s a hard and rare material, but I never would’ve thought it would take that long.
“Alright, I understand. Let me know if there’s any other materials or tools you need, I’ll try to help as much as I can.”
“That would be great. I doubt the fang would get even warm from an ordinary fire, so I might need the fire of some strong monster.”
Oh, you need help from there?!
Well, no can do. It’s a fenrir’s fang we’re talking about.
“Let’s leave this weird room first of all, we can’t do anything here.”
“You’re right, the first thing to do is to get my smithery back from my brother.”