Su was instantly understanding of why this was called the table of diamond. There was a table carved from the largest diamond Su had ever seen. The triangular table was made so that each of the kings would be able to equally look at the others. It was a way for them to stay on equal ground.
The room otherwise had painted pictures of past kings along with a few displayed ores and armors that marked the historical milestones of the dwarven city. "This is where we kings meet. It is more of a tradition than anything else. But it means a lot. Not many have come within these walls that were not dwarves."
The king of the surface was sure to point out the rarity. It wasn't to be cruel but to make a point that a hero was a presence the dwarves saw with respect. "Thank you for your trust." Su made sure to respond with her own respect. However, she was lucky not to be kept entertaining the two other kings for long.
"Su, we are back." Walker was being pushed in to the room but the king of the deep caves. Gil, Remey, and Midnight were right behind them. Su was curious about the item that Remey carried with her.
"You two inferior kings must have been bothering this young lady and honorable serpent. But don't worry, I can make this quick. We are joining the Genesis alliance and giving the heroes full access to the spirit forging process and if they so choose they may change the process." The king of the deep caves instantly brought anger and rage to the faces of the other kings.
"They are not allowed to do such things. That is against our laws. They are not even dwarves!" The king of the surface was very set that they would not change any forging processes. It was a respect privilege of the dwarves that invented and learned these processes.
"I have not spoken to the people or even made a final decision. You are just some miner. I represent the merchant district and the interests of the people. You do not stand above me!" The king of the middle was extremely angry at this. He liked to believe he was the most dominant king due to his standing with the people.
"Fine. Then the mines will cease work indefinitely and we will begin our own mercantile operation to the Genesis city. We have our own golems, processing plant and the heroes have a personal deal with me as king. Not to mention the only experienced extermination squad using uniquely altered tools to exterminate the acid slimes. Ah yes, and the silver skinned worm that will be hatching from this egg here. Don't worry, it has an ancient carver worm blood line so I will be named the king above all dwarves soon."
The other two kings found themselves more than just backed in to a corner. The king of the deep had called a meeting which was extremely rare. Furthermore, he had spoken words that completely pinned them down. The threat to completely separate from the other two levels was even more intimidating. Each king had the right to do this and there was once a major dispute that nearly caused this in the past history.
"If you are on edge about joining the Genesis alliance there will be a summit soon. The dwarven kings are all welcome. The great respect that the king of the deep caves has shown us while joining in the battle against a lord colorless slime with the possession skill has proven to be a valuable life experience." Gil and Remey mirrored Walkers' nod to the king of the deep caves. Midnight even lowered her head slightly to make the point even greater.
"I will go to the summit then decide my final decision there. But why would you want to change the spirit forging process?" The king of the surface was the most logical of the two. He constantly designed the safety precautions of those that could and could not enter the city. The paths the golems took to patrol for monsters. And so many more aspects of safety for the entire dwarven people.
"Let me ask this question based on a theory I have. Can any dwarf speak to spirits and understand what they say?" all three dwarf kings' eyes grew wide. Not a single document or record ever spoke of a dwarf that had a system that allowed them to speak to spirits. They had always believed this as the elves' fantasy.
"I take it as a no. The elves have issues with the dwarves crafting spirits in to weapons. It may be a rare occurrence that costs a soul to be burned but I think that is where things are wrong. The spirits are forced in to it. Why not change the process? The dwarves never worked with the elves due to their personality differences and had never tried to forge something together.
"You want us to welcome in those hermits from the forest to our forges so they can whisper to a spirit and attempt to let us forge something? Are you from this world? Elves are not part of this process which dwarves have practiced and refined for many years." The king of the middle was still stubborn.
"And as a result, I now wield a bow with a spirit trapped inside. No freedom and no way to express themselves. All I can do is hope that one day I will supply enough mana for it to have a body again and some freedom. Do you think a wind spirit deserves to be trapped?" Gil wasn't able to hold his words and feelings in any longer. After feeling the bow stir in his hands earlier in battle he needed to speak out.