"You don't need to worry about Ezekiel. I will deal with him," Isaac said.
Hannibal frowned. "Aye, and just how d'ye plan on dealing with that fool?"
"You'll see later."
That answer only made the dwarf king more restless. He folded his arms before unfolding them again a moment later, his curiosity growing instead of fading. Isaac could already tell Hannibal was the kind of person who refused to let go once a question entered his mind.
"Come now, lad, ye can give me at least a hint. I ain't asking ye to spill the whole forge, just enough to satisfy an old dwarf's curiosity," Hannibal said.
"If I tell you now, it won't be as effective."
"Bah, that answered nothing, lad."
Isaac simply smiled without saying another word. Hannibal clicked his tongue and muttered something under his breath, clearly dissatisfied. Even so, he eventually stopped asking after realizing Isaac had no intention of changing his mind.
