"Ozlo my boy, wake up. It's time." Burgin exited the room, allowing Ozlo a few moments to dress, wash his face, and descend the stairs.

"Boy. Sit at the table me and Roland's men will get everything prepped. In the meantime, eat your breakfast, we've got a long day ahead of us."

Doing as Burgin suggested, Ozlo sat at the table and examined the meal laid out before him. "This... This is a lot of food." Instead of the usual meager fare that Ozlo was used to in the morning, instead his plate was topped high with bacon, eggs, bread and fried potatoes.

Sensing his hesitation, Ozlo's master glanced in his direction and barked out. "Eat boy. You'll need your strength."

"Yes sir". Never one to turn down food, as you never knew what the next meal might look like, Ozlo quickly devoured his larger than average breakfast and cleaned the table. Meanwhile Burgin once again entered the room.

"Alright boy, the device is primed and the mithril has been brought in. Come out here so I can explain in detail what needs done." Excitedly, Ozlo followed his master out into the main room, examining the series of magical devices.

A solid lump of bluish grey metal, roughly forged into an ingot, lay on a solid sheet of what looked like bronze inscribed with a variety of runes. Placed on the far end of the table lay a long handled device with a canister full of shards screwed firmly on one end and a smooth indention set into the haft.

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"Alright boy, do you know what any of these things are?" Unsure of how to answer, Ozlo chose the route he so rarely took, one of silence, and waited for his masters explanation. "That plate there keeps an ambient level of mana within a certain area around the mithril. That means that it doesn't lose any of its magical properties and remains conductive."

Burgin walks to the table and picks up the strange, long handled device. "This is a portable forge. Expensive and costly to run, but it's needed for this application. If I place one end of this near the mithril and activate it with the button placed here in the handle, the mithril will heat up rapidly and evenly. This little device makes this whole thing possible."

Gesturing to a small vial that Ozlo had yet to see located on the edge of the table, Burgin said. "And this is what will save my fingers. You see, you can't forge mithril with anything that has impurities in it. So no hammers, unless they're solid mithril of course. And no special tools. Care to guess how I'll be shaping the metal then boy?"

Ozlo racked his brain but came up nothing of use before Burgin interrupted his thoughts. "This little vial here makes me a bit more heat resistant than I already am. And if I combine that with my iron hands, we're good to go. Your job is simple. Keep filling the table here with shards as they run out and bring me food and drink. We're in for a long day. Understood?"

Ozlo nodded in the affirmative and Burgin gave him a big smile, showing lots of teeth. "Good. Let's get started!"