"This lump of iron is the mysterious weapon you mentioned?" Kurdran Wildhammer looked at the thing before him, clearly somewhat disappointed. "It doesn't look as useful as my Stormhammer..."
"Perhaps not!" Karin teased. "After all, your Stormhammer can't explode on its own."
"Wait, did you say explode?" The dwarf's voice suddenly rose. "Karin... for explosions, you should go south and find the Bronzebeard Dwarves. They'd probably like this. I'm a noble Wildhammer Dwarf. Asking me to play with this thing is an insult!"
The dwarf looked ready to turn around and leave at the slightest disagreement.
"Perhaps you could give it a try, Kurdran!" Karin hurriedly said. "Try out its power first, then decide whether you want it..."
"I don't want it!" Kurdran raised his chin. "Don't lump me in with those stupid Bronzebeards..."
"Don't tell me you're afraid to use explosives, dwarf?" Khadgar blinked beside them. "Now I understand the difference between the Bronzebeard Dwarves and the Wildhammer Dwarves. So Wildhammer Dwarves are afraid of those terrifying explosions..."
"Of course not!" Goaded by Khadgar, Kurdran nearly jumped up and retorted loudly, "How could Wildhammer Dwarves possibly be worse than Bronzebeard Dwarves? I'll show you that we Wildhammer Dwarves simply disdain using these things, not that we're afraid!"
As he spoke, Kurdran had already picked up the iron ball and mounted his gryphon, Skare.
"Be careful!" Karin cautioned him while secretly giving Khadgar a thumbs-up.
As Kurdran took off, he continued muttering:
"I really don't know what's so good about these exploding things. A swing of a hammer is much more reliable... only those cowards in the Bronzebeard Clan who can't swing a hammer would use them..."
The gryphon beat its wings and rose into the sky.
Taking the same stance he used to throw his Stormhammer, Kurdran aimed at