Drakonis: slams hammer on anvil "Hurry the hell up! Dragons won't slay themselves, damn it!"
The forging of weapons are done by orcs in the service of the Orcs that inhabit Mordor
Drakonis: "Mordor?! What the hell are you going on about, boy? I ain't got time for your nonsense!" throws hammer across the room
Well let me tell you what, if you don't shut up, the dragons will eat you alive. I have to put up with this from Orcs and the Orcs alone, you should be so lucky that you get to deal with the real thing instead of just facing the Orcs.
Drakonis: narrows his eyes, picking up the hammer again "I've had dealings with Orcs before, boy. I know damn well what they're capable of. But I also know what the dragons are capable of. So watch yourself."
How do you even know Orcs? Did you train in the land of men, or were you trained by the dwarves? Because you have that dwarven accent.
Drakonis: snorts "Trained by the dwarves? Pfft. That's a good one, kid. No, I didn't learn everything I know from those shorty bastards.
Drakonis: sighs heavily "Alright, kid. If you must know, I trained with some damn monks in the mountains of the East. They taught me how to fight, how to forge weapons, and how to survive.
Then why are you here, in the west?
Drakonis: "Well, kid, after I trained with those damn monks, I got restless.
Hey, calm down, I'm not trying to piss you off. I'm just asking questions because I want to understand you better. You don't have to answer if you don't want to.
Drakonis: pauses, then sighs "Look, kid, I appreciate your curiosity. But some things are better left in the dark.
I see. So that brings us back to the original problem. How do we kill a dragon?
Drakonis: pauses, contemplating "Killing a dragon... It's not as simple as it sounds. Those beasts are powerful, cunning, and merciless.
Drakonis: leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous "We need a plan, kid. And we need allies.
I would love to find an ally, but you saw how well that went last time.
Drakonis: slams his fist on the table, his voice dripping with anger "Damn it, kid! We don't have time for excuses and second-guessing.
whispers How do we make an alliance?
Drakonis: pauses, rubbing his chin "Making an alliance... It's not going to be easy, kid. We need someone strong, someone reliable, someone who knows how to handle a beast like a dragon. But I know just the person."
Drakonis: "There's a hunter out there, known as Deathstalker. He's the best in the business, kid. If anyone can take down a dragon, it's him.
Do you know where we can find him?
Drakonis: leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous "I know exactly where to find him, kid. He's holed up in a town called Moonstone. It's a place full of outlaws and mercenaries, and Deathstalker likes it there.
Then why haven't we heard of him before now?
Drakonis: smirks "Oh, you can bet your ass that Deathstalker likes to keep a low profile, kid.
You're right. I wonder what other secrets he might be hiding.
Drakonis: leans back, arms crossed "Kid, Deathstalker is no ordinary man. He's a legend in his own right, and for good reason.
And what makes you so sure of that?
Drakonis: smirks "Let's just say I have my sources, kid. And trust me, I know a thing or two about legends.
Alright, let's go to this Moonstone and meet this Deathstalker.
Drakonis: picks up his backpack and grabs his hammer "That's the spirit, kid. We leave at dawn. Moonstone, here we come!"