The half-orc grows grim, and his voice becomes dull and soft. "My eldest was a strong one. He could hit an ogr

The half-orc grows grim, and his voice becomes dull and soft. "My eldest was a strong one. He could hit an ogre with a hammer so hard that it would leave behind its teeth along with its boots. But they are gone... Both the son and his hammer. For twelve generations my family has owned this hammer. It's a relic, you could say. I wish I could fix it, but how? And for whom?"