Glory flew into the tunnel, gliding over the metal and the armor shining on the ground, all the abandoned scraps of some creatures from long ago. His eyes raked the ground, through the metal and through the junk. He had enough metal for now, what he really needed was some way to carry coal from the lower tunnel back to his forge.

As he flew through the mess, however, he realized that it was way too difficult to find something so small from so high up. There was nothing to see except the glimmering of metals and instead landed on the ground to search on foot.

As he stepped through the metal and gems, he couldn't help but continuously get distracted. A broken chestplate that looked like it would fit him. Some jewels that would go nice in a crown. He suddenly felt as if he couldn't leave this things behind. He wanted to take them with. He wanted them!

But no, he had to focus on this task. It was very important. How could he forge or weld anything if he didn't have a hot enough fire? And he wasn't going to keep flying up and down from his cave to the coal strain. No, he needed the pack more than anything else.

Glory sighed as his failure continued. Perhaps there was nothing like that around here. That he would have to make his own. But how could he when he didn't have a forge? When he needed this thing to do his crafting? And he had no idea how to use leather. He had no idea how to create a bag using not-metals. And he didn't want this to be his way of learning. He would learn, yes, eventually, but now was definitely not the time that he would be learning. He sighed and continued to step through the rubbish.

Eventually, he was so frustrated that he sat himself down and felt his gem shiver as heat ran through him. It wasn't a spell, but simply a little release of magic. He needed to find that bag and soon or else he would go insane searching this cave over and over again.

Once he had taken a quick rest, Glory jumped back up and continued his search with renewed energy. The tunnel was big - somewhere in here there had to be a thing that would suit his needs. There just had to be!

And, finally, his wish was fulfilled. A large purse, made of strong, sturdy leather, lay atop a sheet of metal. And there was even a clasp and a way to adjust the strap length too! It was perfect, not too big for him, but not too small. It would carry a decent amount while also fighting him perfectly. He slung it around his neck and through one of his wings. There was an extra strap that would attach in the middle of the others which would wrap around his belly. He fixed it to himself so that it was fitting but not squeezing. Perfect! Now he could go back and continued his work. He opened his wings and fluttered into the air, aiming to return to the coal immediately.

*exit, probably temporary