She swallowed and straightened. "Yes. My dream is to become the greatest smith ever."
Björn nodded once, firm and approving.
"Hoh. No greatness was ever born from lacking ambition."
Kaelira blinked. "You… accepted that just like that?"
Björn frowned at her, confused. "What do you mean?"
"I'm an elf. An elf who wants to become a smith."
Björn scratched his beard slowly. "I mean, aye, it's odd," he admitted. "Your kind much prefers munchin' leaves and lickin' tree bark than doing proper work."
"Hah?" Luminara scoffed sharply from nearby.
Björn ignored her without missing a beat. "But I've had elves in my forges before. Even your kind can give birth to a normal child once in a million years."
Kaelira was flabbergasted to hear this line come from the father of dwarves.
She was genuinely stunned.
Björn narrowed his eyes at her reaction. "Alright. That look tells me there's somethin' rotten here. Explain."
She hesitated, then spoke.
