Up on the platforms, within his cave, Glory worked. Elyon's order was taking him longer then expected, having had to try many different combinations for the metallic alloy he'd use for the base of the shield. He'd finally found one, but that still left all the work to do on the shield and the spear. When the polar bear yelled out to the cave, he didn't hear - he was pounding a hammer down onto a flat piece of metal, shaping the pointed pieces at the bottom.

Once it grew too cold to work with, he grabbed a pair of tongs with his talons and moved the shield back to the forge, which was more or less a grill over superheated lava. Within seconds, it was hot enough to work with again. Moving it back over, he picked up his hammer again and continued to work the metal.

If she was close enough, perhaps Zelk could hear the metallic clanging coming from his cave but nobody answered her call.

Glory continued to hammer away, shaping the shield to perfection when a sudden earthquake tore through the cave. It wasn't an earth-shattering event, no cracks appeared in the ground, but it was enough to make Glory slip and one of his hammer strokes, which, before had been perfectly on the mark, missed its target and instead dented the precious metal.

"Shit!" he yelled out as he saw what he had done to his work. Dents could come out but they weren't easy to fix and he was already late on his work. The blacksmith whipped around towards the entrace, hearing the roar from outside. Was Dread fighting someone or stomping around and asserting his dominance or something? He huffed. That dragon could take it somewhere else!

He threw down his hammer and slipped his talons out of his thick working gloves and stormed out of his cave. "Dread, for the last time-" he stopped when he looked down and only saw a polar bear on the floor of Monoceros. Dread wasn't here after all. Suspicion made his eyes narrow. "Who the hell are you?" His wings lifted a bit, holding him in a braced position, ready to fight if that was what she had come for. Why else would she roar like that and cause him to mess up his work?

Glory stared down at the bear, confused. Was she lying to him? Why did she look like nothing had happened? Like she hadn't done anything wrong? She'd just added hours to his work time! The eagle pulled his wings back in and stood taller, glaring down at her. "My work is very loud, I couldn't hear you. Why didn't you just come up here if you wanted to talk so bad?"

He rolled his eyes. Apparently the kids in the caves were getting less and less smart. He had heard that the family of evil had been completely wiped out - perhaps the new-hatched were thriving a bit too much in this time of peace. "No, Dread is dragon. I though that it was him roaring, he likes to make sure everyone knows who runs this cave." As for himself, he puffed out his feathers, although his expression still showed annoyance. "I am Glory the blacksmith. Do you need something from me?"

The eagle stared down at the polar bear with narrowed eyes. He was still annoyed about the time added onto his work and he still didn't fully trust this bear. After all, who roared liked that and cause an earthquake just to get some attention? He didn't like it.

"What will you use it for? I mean, battle obviously, but who would you be fighting against? And what will you give me for it?" He added on the last part as almost an after-thought. He had, after all, projects that he was currently working on. When he was in a good mood, or when projects were growing stale, he would happily give his projects for free but now, with such an intricate creation to make, and with the bear asking for a full set of armor, he wasn't feeling so generous.

Glory stared at the bear, but he couldn't help but glance over her body as she spoke. Yes, she was right - thick blubber and fur would keep her safe for the most part, but he could imagine giving her a helmet, perhaps, shoulder plates, maybe something alonger her back, perhaps gauntlets and boots as well, if she wanted...

But her offer didn't please him. Of course, he had no way of knowing that he didn't need gems, but he thought he should take the opportunity to show off anyways. He didn't move a muscle as he summoned up his magic. Only his eyes moved, glancing towards the ground next to him as there was a sudden shift in the rock before a huge spire of perfect yellow diamond shot from the ground. "I have no need of gemstones. I can make them whenever I wish. You'll have to find something else to offer."

Glory paused. An idea came to his head. "Hm, I'll tell you what. If you can find me a gem containing life, I'll trade it for armor. For every stone you find, I'll give you a full piece. So...if you want a full body of armor, they would be a helmet, a guard, pauldrons, and boots. I'll be generous and give you all four boots as one piece. In total, that would be four gems containing life. Or, if you can think of an alternative, I would be willing to hear your other offers."