The forge

Dyvia found the will to move, so much gore spread around and it was supposed to be a gift?? She found Jorrik heating his blades in a forge.
"What are you doing?? You can't expect that forge to be trustworthy, what with the presents left outside for us."
Thinking about it made her want to retch, but she stowed that away for now.
"Does this necromancer want us to bind souls?? That goes far beyond what I am willing to do."
That work was still learned by dwarves as far as she knew, but only as a warning. Many tales could be remembered of prominent forge smiths reaching into Hel for power, only to turn into monstrous perversions of their former selves.