He took up a pair of tongs and reached into the midst of the flame and pulled forth a rune shaped object that burned with a near white flame. I was forced tae cover me eyes until he again placed it intae the bucket. I blinked me eyes, trying tae force away the white spots now dancing before me eyes. "I have to bring in a new bucket about once a week to contain it. Otherwise it would probably burn itself right through the floor and into the earth. As it is, it fuses the sand in the buckets into glass and then begins to bore even through that. Gent and I worked many hours on this and finally came up with something that seems to work." With that he reached underneath his blackened forging apron and pulled out a necklace of pure mithril that held a small chunk of some black rock. The light in the back room seemed to dim as he did. It was strange in the way it seemed to pull me in as it was so obviously pulling in the light. I reached out to hold the stone but Forgrim pulled it back, an immense smile creasing his face as he withheld it from me. "Oh no you don't! No one gets to hold this ... Watch ..." He moved closer to an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling and held the stone beside the flame. I watched in wonder as the flame bent towards the stone, as if moving before some unseen wind. Before long the flame was extinguished, literally put out as it was sucked into the stone. Forgrim grinned maniacally at me and pushed the stone back below his jerkin before relighting the lamp. "What ... What IS that?" I asked, stunned by what I had seen. "Where did you find such a thing?" "I call it adamantite and it is the key to all Gent and I have been working for." He must have seen the question in my eyes because before I could even get a word out he replied; "... and don't you start askin' me where to get the stuff. Only I know where and how to get it and that's the way it's going to stay if I have any say about it." Feeling somewhat disappointed and frustrated with his response I asked, "Well, why, in the name of Kali, did ye bother tae show me any of this if yer nae going tae let anyone else know how tae do it?" Forgrim laughed at my frustration and said, "Patience you old elf. Follow me into the back and I will show you ..." Forgrim led me intae an even further back room. As we passed through the archway, I saw it glow with a faint blue light as though Forgrim had put some wards upon the door tae keep the unwanted out. The room was very darkly lit in spite of several flaming oil lamps set on the floor, their flames bent towards a small table in the center of the room. Set on the table was a large leaden box. Forgrim opened the small chest and turned it towards me so I could see within. "Go on, take one. THESE you can hold." he said laughing all the while. I reached within and pulled forth what looked to be mithril but laced within the metal were several thin, black, swirling lines. Holding it before me I placed the molded piece of metal next to the flame of one of the burning lamps. The flame did bend slightly towards the metal, but nothing like what I had seen in the storage room. "You found a way tae mix it with mithril?" I asked with a bit of uncertainly. "Good eye, Troll. That's exactly what I have done. Now, look at this ..", he said as he reached within a metal cabinet against the wall. He appeared to open something within the cabinet and a faint light shone forth. He turned towards me and in his hands were four glowing pieces of metal, each with a rune mounted into it. "I call them weapon glyphs. The power of the adamantite seems to override that of the rune when mixed with mithril. It harnesses it. Listen, can you hear it?" I looked at Forgrim oddly but listened intently as the room fell completely silent. The 'weapon glyphs' in his hands fairly hummed with the energies coursing through them. "Now fer the real question ... Do they do what I think they are going tae do?" Forgrim's smile spread wider, "Aye, Troll', they do ..." With a flourish of movement, the old weaponsmith pulled the sword he had belted to his waist from its sheath. Flames sprang from blade as if it had caught fire, yet the mithril remained untarnished. "So far I have only found a way to make the fire, ice, web and snake runes work in the glyphs, but give me time ..." he smiled as he spoke "... give me time and only Ica knows what I will make." I left his forge that night in stunned silence. Enchanted mithril ... it was a huge step fer the weaponsmiths of the land, but was the land ready fer it? Only Kali knows ... And what of this new metal, this adamantite. Something tells me this is not the last I have heard of it.