I have been spending much of me time lately with Forgrim trying to gain some information from him about his latest ideas fer weaponsmithing. It took a long time tae get him tae talk tae me about his oh so jealously guarded secrets of forging. Many a night I had heard him hammering away in his private forge, working upon ideas tae improve mithril. On this night as I went tae speak with him, I passed Arch Magi Gent leaving Forgrim's shop fer the night. At the time it struck me as odd tae see the elderly mage in the shop at all, but mages have been known tae visit his shop before so I did nae think much of it until later. Upon seeing me Forgrim waved me into his back room where he has his private forge, away from the prying eyes of his assistants and customers alike. He was just sitting down to a hurried meal set atop his anvil and motioned for me tae sit across from him, filling a mug with a beer from his private keg and handing it tae me. I looked around the back room hoping tae catch some signs of what he had been working on but tae no avail. I turned me gaze back on Forgrim and found him smiling at me. "You'll never find anything that easily, 'Troll. I'm not *that* old yet." he said as he laughed between bites. Setting his mithril plate down, he reached into a small chest beside the anvil and pulled out a small sack and spilled the contents upon the anvil. Magical runes, the type I had seen many a mage create, scattered about, some falling to the floor. "I can tell from your look that you know what they are and are probably curious why I would have these." He said, taking his time to get to the point. "The good mage Gent and I have been talking lately about somehow working together to create something new that neither of us could do alone. Long and hard have we worked and finally, just last week, we stumbled on something ..." With that he rose and motioned for me to follow him into his storage room, a place I had yet tae be invited intae before. the room was small and led on intae an even further room tae the East, but his business seemed tae be in here. He led me tae four sand filled buckets set down in the corner. Flame leaped up from one, while another was covered in frost. Another was filled as if with the webbing of several hundred spiders and the fourth bubbled and smoked, the sides of the bucket fairly bulging with whatever it contained. I marveled at what I saw as Forgrim spoke, "Here you see the first failed attempts at mixing the mage runes with mithril. You know my fascination with the stuff but this was the best we could do. It mixed but was unharnessable."