The two ponies were brought to a semi-open hut with an open front. The roof was made from thatch covered in dried mud with small wooden logs used as a frame for both it and the rear wall. Several different pieces of equipment sat under the extremely tall roof, excluding the red brick chimney extending out of the roof and belching smoke created by the raging red fires burning within the forge. An anvil, pincers, tongs, several different sized forge blowers, sharpening wheels, cooling pits, various hammers, clamps, and other tools strewn about on the ground, tables, and specially designed holding shelves.
There was a singed Nebwezar, wearing metallic sleeves on its very long arms, who was pushing on a forge blower to keep the furnace alive. Each step made it glow brighter and brighter, but this giant seemed a bit clumsy or forgetful, as it forgot to close the protective grate and saw a vicious flame eat up its front. It barely made a yelp but did flinch back a bit.
"Is he okay?" Crescent asked.
"Aye. 'E's just clumbsy is all. Hey, Querthix, yae gawt sum vis'tors taday."
"Anotha' o' em young'uns dat want sum weapons' 'n such?"
"Nope. Tiny tiny ponies dat we're takin' 'round to the druiadem."
The forger lift what could be its head and turned it slightly. "Tiny ponies? From Equestria?"
"Y-yes, sir," Crescent stuttered.
The forger stomped with each step as he turned around, then showed that his face was actually very low. Mathews found it funny to see something that looked like it belonged in a comic, but his smiling face soon went pale and slack-jawed when the giant hoisted itself back up. He was even bigger than Venethix, both in width and height.
" 'N wat're yae doin' 'ere, hm?"
Crescent stuttered and turned to face Venethix in hopes of finding comfort in something smaller. By instinct, she backed away slightly, but she didn't realize it. Querthix noticed and patted her head as softly as he could, although that didn't prevent her head from bobbing up and down painfully.
"Yae dunnae need tae fear me. I don't bite."
"W-well, your friend here said that my armor was poorly made and enchanted," Crescent's composure returned to normal, but she became rather irritated and haughty. ", but I really doubt that. This armor was made specifically for me by the best smiths in Equestria and was personally enchanted by me."
Mathews rolled his eyes at her wrongly placed pride. Querthix but his metal-sheathed arm to his chin and looked around at the alicorn's armor and body and looked around, then he shook his head in disappointment.
"Oy would'a thought the tiny ponies woild'a gotten sum better techniques taday. When was this? Twenty rotations ago?"
"Rotations?"
"You's call 'em years. We base on suns and moons."
"One thousand...rotations ago?"
The eyes of both Querthix and Venethix widened. "Tiny ponies can live that long?!" Querthix exclaimed with his booming voice.
"No. Only alicorns can live for so long, and even more."
"Oy see...well, yer armor 'n enchantments're terrible. Dey're not made frum good materials an' 'er poorly folden, 'n yaer enchantments 're faded."
"What?!"
"If ya wants me tae give 'em our proper smithin' on it, oy'll get it enchanted with the energey of tae moons. Oy'll even reforge teh shep."
"I--" Crescent was about to roar in outrage, but Mathews prevented her by tapping on her neck. She turned to face him and see that he was miming walking like a monster with her 'hair' on his head shaped like the helmet. Then he repeated the action, but less like a monster and more like a pony with a normal helmet. He remembered what she had told him a long time ago. "Sure. Go ahead. Here," she strained as the armor levitated off her body and into the hands of Querthix.
"Do yae want any moon in perticular? No Blood Moon. Impossible."
"I wasn't going to say Blood Moon. I just want the regular lunar enchantment."
The giant shrugged. "If ya say so."
"When will it be finished?"
"By tanoyt."
"That quickly?"
"Aye. Lunar enchantments're stronger at night, 'n we know how's tae cool'n solidify metals quickly without 'em breakin' 're becomin' all fragile loyk."
Crescent had no time to continue discussing the matter with the smithy as she was pushed by the female further along the path. She was taken up a hill towards a giant, dead tree. It didn't seem to fit the rest of the flora and fauna in this area, but it still made the alicorn roll her eyes.
"Of course. A spiritual adviser so he lives in a tree to be closer to nature."
"Nah. 'E just loyks teh stay away from the rest of us 'n be in a place no one'll think tae look for 'im." The giant laughed at the commentary she made.
Without so much as knocking, Venethix walked through the rotted piece of bark that served as a door for the tree's entrance. Seeing it from the outside, what were once the branches was now just a big, rotting hole in the roof of said tree. Sure enough, there was nothing in the entrance but a nasty scent of decaying, humid wood, a hole letting in all the outside light, and particles floating gently in the air.
"E's down in the roots."
The giant Nebwezar pushed a knot in the bark, making a piece of the ground screech loudly to the side and revealing a room beneath from which a light flickered. Crescent was picked up, making Mathews fall off as he desperately tried to cling onto her fur with his non-existant fingers. Shaking his head of dust and shards of wood, the tiny foal looked around to see that Crescent and the giant had disappeared into the hole.
"Alright, Mathews. You can do this. Just one step forward, then another. It's not hard. You did this sort of stuff when you were little."
He made as little efforts as he could, slowly raising himself as though he were a newborn faun. Whenever he tried to lift himself on all four legs, they would shake violently then wobble and fall back onto the ground.
"Ugh. This isn't working. I might as well just dragon myself along along the ground."
Mathews sighed and used his stubby forelegs to drag himself along the ground like a whiny child who tries to desperately get what they want by acting like they're in pain because they're deprived of what they want. The foal had barely advanced a few centimeters that a tiny thing landed on his nose. Mathews became cross-eyed while he tried to see what was on his muzzle. It looked like a teeny tiny pony-like creature with extremely fluffy 'hair', very long legs, butterfly wings and a cute little mouth and nose.
"Ohhh, look who eet is. The one who wasn't supposed ta help the revived one. Isn't he cute and taynee?"