Rust and the half Dwarf creature sat opposite each other within Rust's home. Rust didn't know what to do with the pair of strangers that had helped them. So he had given them some alcohol that his cousin had made. This led to the pair each gulping down the liquid while staring at each other in fascination.

As they both started to loosen up more from the alcohol, they tried to speak to each other as Achilles’ father watched on from his side with a nervous gaze, and Loominus on his side clutching his hand on his sword.

Perillees whispered to Achilles,”Son! Be careful! THAT one still hasn't let go of his weapon!”

Achilles attempted to talk with Rust once more and this time, he started to understand more of the other. Achilles asked,”Your Friend angry? Why?” While pointing at Loominus. The pair had only managed to form a basic understanding of each others language, so it was still hard to understand one another. That was why they had figured out it was better to be short and simple.

Rust turned and asked Loominus,”You are mad Loominus? Or do you sense danger from them?”

Loominus was slightly confused and replied,” No.. I am not angry.. why do you ask?”

Rust was taken surprised and he curiously asked,”Then why are you constantly holding your sword? It looks like you don't trust our new friends!”

Loominus confusion turned to one of understandinding instantly as he responded,”Ah. No, no, no. I am not mad or anything. I gave up my sight during the battle, and I gave it up permanently. However my secret technique let's me “see” Everyone without actually using my sight..”

Rust was now confused and he said,”That.. okay, I guess. As long as you still kickass, I guess it doesn't matter how you kick it..”

Rust turned back to his new friends and said,”New friend. No angry. Special power, gift by gods!”

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The pair, even with their rudimentary understanding, now felt as if their world shifted. Gifted by the Gods! Imagine that!

Achilles then asked the question that was burning in his heart, which was,”What is this stone thing?”

Achilles was of course talking about the iron sword and spears that the dwarves and Loominus all carried around. Rust tried to explain as best he could, but his main points were still being lost in translation due to the low comprehension between them.

Unable to properly convey his thoughts, Rust started to get irritated and he grumpily trudged back to his forge are with the centaur duo in tow. Then he started to forge 2 spears that were a little longer than he normally would make them. He had started to make personalized spears based off the dimensions he observed while talking to them.

Rust called them over and handed them each a long piece of wood and told them to strike a few times with it. Perillees took a long spear model that was much too big to wield and casually flicked it around with grace and precision!

Loominus was greatly intrigued upon “seeing” that from Perillees. However everyone's eyes shifted to the poor forwards thrust that was Achilles. His maneuvers were slow and lanky, and not well coordinated.

Rust asked Achilles seriously as the metal baked behind him,”Why like this?” as he didn't know how to say it better in his drunken stupor.

Achilles didn't know how to answer that, so he dragged his bottom half forwards. He unwrapped the leaves and makeshift covering they had used. He removed the mud cast and finally, Rust could see the bone. Rust could see the horror of survival beyond the odds. Rust, with a horrified expression, solemnly asked,”How?”

Achilles pointed at the fire that was attempting to eat the metal and said,”the gods fire!” while staring with conviction at Rust.

Rust looked at Perrillees in shock and confusion, only to receive “aye” and a head nod in confirmation! He gulped slightly and then looked at the spears that were slowly starting to deform. Then, like lightening, the idea struck him!

Rusts head shot up and he ran out of the room as fast as he could!

Everyone, including Loominus was confused, until the doors burst open 10 seconds later and 10 more dwarves come bursting in behind Rust, who was grinning madly.

Before anyone could even ask, two dwarves came up to the back legs of Perillees and started spreading mold slime on them! It was time to create something new!

Loominus shouted out,”My chief?! What is this?! Have you gone mad!”

Rusts face convulsed in oute ecstasy as he happily shouted,”I have an idea! I am going to create new legs for our savior! I am going to repay my life debt to him, and I am going to do it now! We dwarves do not let those who help us suffer if we can prevent it!”

Loominus was simply stunned silent. It seemed his chief was on another one of his idea binges. He sighed and sat down, waiting to see if this idea could actually work.

Rust started to speak to Achilles and Perillees, who were both very confused. He said,”I can fix!” While confidently pointing at Achilles.

Achilles mouth agape asked,”Really?!”

Rust nodded his head fervently and asked,”You want help?”

Achilles, now nearly in tears, yelled back,”Yes!” while also passionately nodding his own head.

Rust grinned and said,”Prepare! I will fix It!” Rust was drunk for the first time in his life, was low on blood and on top of that was half dead from the fighting, yet he was now seeded to perform surgery!