Anthony wanted to refuse.
However, as he met Baldor's unwavering gaze, he realized that the dwarf would not relent.
From the novels he had read about dwarves, he knew they were a race wholly devoted to smithing and craftsmanship, their very existence revolving around the forge.
He recalled a particular story in which an entire dwarf kingdom had declared war on a dragon empire, solely for the chance to examine a legendary weapon.
Though dwarves were generally a calm and peaceful people, the moment they set their sights on a metal that captivated them, they became utterly relentless, bordering on obsession.
Anthony sighed, knowing that the Dwarf King would not relent until he gave in.
With another resigned breath, the ring in his finger morphed into a sleek, unassuming stick.
Before he could even extend it toward Baldor, the dwarf snatched it away with a fervor that made it clear he could no longer restrain himself.