Heating up the forge (non-canon)

Authors note: this is a joke chapter based on a running gag in the comments. This ones for you, **telaviv telaviv.**

As you walk forward, you realize that the figure is giving you a strange look. “Umm, hello? Are you Forgefather Unir?”

The grizzled dwarf smiles at you. “I am indeed. You must be Josh, the mage of prophecy. I’m here to offer an alliance...and a proposition.”

You raise an eyebrow, realizing for the first time that the dwarf is shirtless. “The alliance can wait...what’s your proposal?”

He grins and winks. “I think you need more experience in your harem, and a dwarven touch...”

You smile. “I’m always up for a new experience...”

The forge seems to grow hotter as you approach one another, Clarissa forgotten in the background.