Glory continued to merge the two pieces of metal together, but he eyed Dread carefully as the dragon stuck his head into his home and crawled just a little bit in. He trusted the dragon, but he still couldn't help but be nervous by such a large creature in his relatively small cave. Thankfully, no accidents occurred and Glory was more then a little relieved when Dread snaked his head back outside. By then, he was satisfied with his welding and dipped the metel as best he could into the trough. There was a loud sizziling and steam poured from the basin as the metal repidly cooled.

"They're weapons!" he replied as he moved the metal back onto the anvil, using one of the edges, which had an obvious curve, to hammer onto the sheet and curve the whole thing into a better circle. "The long one is meant to be held - it's called a spear and is meant to stab but the customer wanted it to slash as well. The other is a shield, meant to guard against attacks. The bottom is sharp enough to be planted into the ground - not hard rocks, but dirt and sand and such would be fine. The buyer has enough limbs to do it."

He continued hammering at the metal, moving around awkwardly with such a large sheet that he fumbled many times but finally managed to get it in a proper shape. He moved it back to the edge of the forge so the unconnected parts were now directly in the flame.

Glory smiled with faint amusement and turned to the dragon while he waited for the metal to heat. It made sense that Dread didn't fully understand the need for spears and shields - he had all the weapons he'd ever need naturally on his body. "She does, I think, have claws, but they are small. And her skin is not made of thick scales like yours. She has enough limbs to be able to carry such things. It's extra protection, really, and the spear has extra reach in a fight and does more damage then her claws." He paused, eyeing Dread's long, sharp claws sticking from his back feet and chuckled. "Although, of course, probably not as effective as dragon claws."

He turned back to the forge, where the ends of the metal were glowing as hot as flame. He pulled out the metal and rested it on the ground, instead of on his anvil. There was no way he was going to get that side flat on the top of it. Instead, he pushed large rocks that he had next to the forge against the sides of the circular sheet of metal so that the two sides were pressed firmly together and set another, flatter one, just behind the crease. He began lightly tapping on the metal, increasing in strength until the two layers were properly welded. The whole thing looked quite rough - the edges where the metal had been welded together were easy to see and it wasn't quite perfectly circular, but it was obviously enough for Glory.

With a grunt of effort, he pushed the large open cylinder to an open spot in his cave before turning back to his forge. There was still another to make.

Doing the same thing as before, he stuck the next couple of metal sheets into the fire. "I appreciate the offer, but heating metal up too quickly could melt it completely. As for the gold, it could easily ruin its form and make the final product brittle." He said all of this quite bluntly and hastily. He might spit fire sometimes to speed up his work, but having a full grown dragon blast fire in his cave, that could be a disaster.

Too busy with his work, Glory didn't notice the tragedy that struck Dread for all of two minutes. He pulled the metal out, layered it as before, and welded the edges together. He continued with the process of making another cylinder, listening to whatever Dread had to say. He could almost hear the gears grinding in the dragon's head, trying to figure out what he was doing.

He chuckled a bit at the simple explanation. "Yeah, that's the gist of it. There's other stuff you need to do, but yeah I mean, that's the basis of what I'm doing." It only took a few more minutes to finish forging the cylinder, at which point he dropped it into the trough and the cave was once again filled with loud sizzling noises.

Letting it cool for a moment, Glory stepped over to where the other cylindar was resting and began shoving junk and tools and stuff out of the way to make room for the other mold. Once it was done, he dragged it over and removed his smithing gloves.

He stepped back and looked at them. They were crude, but they would do the job. "Alright. While these cool, I need to collect some sand. Do you think you could help me with that?"

While Dread was away collecting sand, Glory had intended on getting a couple of buckets of water from the pool in the cave just below his. However, just as he perched himself on the handle of one of the buckets, a shiver went through his cave. He paused and, a moment later, it was a violent tremor. Wide eyed and surprised, he opened his wings and fluttered into the air, head swiveling to check on all of his stuff. Some things were clattering around in his pile, but, by the time the quake was ended, nothing had been harmed.

He breathed out a sigh of relief and looked up as Dread's black scales filled the entrance to the cave again. The dragon dumped a large pile of sand at his side and he hopped away, surprised but pleased at the results. He assumed that it was Dread who had conjured the tremor and while Glory was concerned for his things and for his forge, he didn't feel he needed to worry about Dread. The dragon had, after all, moved away to use his magic. "Yes, that's good. A little more should be perfect, I think."

And now for the trouble of actually getting the sand into the molds. He had an idea, but it was something he hadn't really tested before. This was a good as any thing to try, on something as relatively harmless as sand. He focused, a far different kind of magic then he had to use in the past, and willed the sand to rise. For a moment he thought that his gem shuddered with the effort of using such a delicate spell, but, a moment later, the entire pile bunched together, raised itself up, and into one of the molds.

Glory, it seemed, was quite surprised at his own success as the spell cut off. It was trickier then just breathing fire or making gems appear, but he was proficient enough in magic for it to work fine.

The bucket he had been perched on would still be put to use, however. He did not know how to make water appear just yet. He opened a wings and pointed to the second mold. "For the next batch, can you just put it right into that one? It'll just make it easier. I'll be right back." Whether Dread listened or not, he opened his wings and took off, the bucket weighing him down a bit, but he wasn't going far.

By the time Glory returned to his cave, the bucket he was holding filled with water, Dread had already filled the second mold. With a great amount of effort, he hoised the water bucket above the first mold and began rocking it back and forth, violent enough so that much of the water spilled into the sand. Once he had gotten half of it out, he moved to the second and dumped the rest in.

He tossed the bucket to the side and immediately landed right in the middle of the first mold, stomping around through it and mixing the water and sand together, until it was all saturated before doing the same in the second mold. The whole process took about 5 minutes. "Alright!" he crowed, jumping out of the sand. "There's the molds! Once the water dries, the sand will be nice and firm. Now I just need to make the things I'll be putting in the mold!" He didn't know if Dread were listening, or even if the dragon understood, but he didn't really care. Sometimes he just liked to explain to himself the steps of the process.

He hopped off to his junk pile, pulling out some banged up sheets of metal. He paused and looked back at Dread, trying to imaging rings on his horns. Some ideas came to his head as he stepped over to his forge, dragging the metal with his beak. He shoved the whole lot of it right into the fire and continued to think, visualizing the process and the final product.