It was in his nature to be forgotten. Whether or not that was necessary the stolid dwarf didn't know, but Shael Torquwell had accepted it long ago. Sure when the great master had first put this upon him he'd done his best to rebel against it, all to no avail. That had been for most countless eons ago when the universe was still new, and the master still swung his hammer in the forge of creation. It had been before the cataclysm that had wrought so much ruin across a newly forming star system which had produced that rock named Rhy'Din. The dwarf's acceptance had even been reached before the Master's demise and subsequent sundering of the forge that had created it all.

Shael hated this particular rock, he'd been here many times since the pieces of that great forge had been separated. He'd been here more often recently, the Master's tools required it of him. On a good note, and maybe the only one he could think of for the place, Shael Torquwell blended in. In this place it seemed impossible not to blend in. One would need to be particularly ordinary to stick out among the myriad of a melting pot Rhy'Din had become. This trip was a little different. It was still at the behest of the tools, a pair of them in a single space worked by a lone smith. This hadn't happened in nearly two thousand years. Then it had been a great concern to the mystic of the forge. The smith in question had no business possessing such influential instruments. Torquwell had, after bringing him down, made every effort to erase knowledge of the tools existence and origin. The tools were meant to decide who they would serve.

His first trip here was barely a blip on what he'd call a routine route through the universe to check up on one of the pieces. An anvil had been in contention between a pair of smiths. This was as it should be, in the end it chose and all was right with the cosmos. Imagine his surprise just a handful of years later to discover that this same person had come into possession of yet another of his master's artifacts. That he hadn't sought it should have been a substantial difference, and it was, except that Torquwell didn't trust it to end there.

There were two smiths in contention, one already in possession of the artifact. She had wanted out, but severance from an artifact was usually achieved in death. She, this Ahnika had found a loophole, more than that she'd managed to find someone with a strong enough tie to the flame that her ties were severed and his had begun. Maybe it wasn't exactly a loophole, the master had wanted it this way, for a piece to align itself to the best candidates. It was perhaps a little unprecedented that one person was able to maintain two such ties.

Since the joining, Torquwell had been keeping his eye on the smith, waiting for what he new would come. And here it was, the man was actively searching now. That it had come to his attention by accident was beside the point. Torquwell couldn't allow three pieces to find their way back together. The man had already created an abomination with just two pieces. Shael wouldn't rest to see what he would make with three. He watched the smith, waiting for the time to intervene. To this man's credit he wasn't seeking it obsessively. No matter how innocent his intentions, they would surely be corrupted by thoughts of power. "I won't allow it. I'll end you before you have the chance to do irreparable harm." The words barely carried in his spiritual form. They'd hit the man as though his own inner voice was talking to him.