Faskor swung his hammer and struck the hot piece of steel with all his might. As soon as the hammer touched the steel, Faskor took a swing at it again. You could tell from the yellowish red color of the sword that it was blazing hot. After a few more hits, he turned the hammer as he struck to harden the steel. Only now did his apprentice Krabar realize that it was an unusual hammer. The hammer seemed to burn on one side and freeze on the other. With every blow of the frozen side of the hammer, the steel became noticeable more robust. After Faskor had hardened the sword, he took it and held it in front of his nose. He smelled it and muttered to himself
>> Mmm... freshly forged steel .<<
Then he took his new masterpiece and put it in one of the slightly heated ovens. He went to one of the barrels, which was filled to the brim with water, and completely immersed his head. When he pulled his head out again, he steamed from all holes. He looked at Krabar with a smile and said
>> That’s what they mean, when they say heat rises quickly to our Krogar heads. <<