The halls of the Safe Haven, Svaroh's refuge, library and workshop, were teeming with activity. Dwarves came and went, back and forth, carrying boxes, parcels and moving furniture.
Reforging concepts, fluidly, reimagining ideas, crafting a new idea out of dwarf and elf words and mind, no longer divided, but allied, once again: that was what had driven Svaroh Steelword, one of the most eccentric rune-keepers of Thorin's Hall, through the past days.
The geodes reclaimed from the depths of Khazad-dum were truly a wondrous find, one that allowed to see further and deeper than before. In many ways, that find had reshaped how Svaroh perceived the world. Together with Elufer and Erasm, he had a chance to create something new.
With every passing day, he strived to accomplish it more and more.
Being a rather jovial, kind-hearted person, Svaroh made sure to treat the workers with cordial respect, but a few times he had to scorn them for lack of diligence, when placing the more fragile of parcels.
Much was at stage, indeed. For now, the dwarf had to set up more than a workshop. He dedicated nearly everything he possessed and risked all on the gamble.
If the new Forge of Ideas, a pretentious name, yes, but necessary to draw attention, was to yield fruit, his name would be immortal beyond doubt, written forever on the list of great inventors.
Only time would tell whether he was to succeed or not.
