Elric has a strong lineage and is no stranger to the harshness of the buried kingdom. He enjoys going on adventures. His favourite thing to do (and the one he is known for) is tinkering with things he finds on adventures. Anything from armour and jewelry, to cloth and bones, whatever he could fashion into something new and useful. 

With one of his parents by his side, Elric was exploring the Earthen Furnace, looking for anything he could loot and turn into something interesting. A repetitively clanging, muffled and distant, filled the air, a beat on the walls of the furnace. Elrics ear’s twitched and he looked around with a bright, curious gaze. “Is that the sound of a forge?”

“Sounds like it,” Terrence agreed, the piercing red of his eyes standing out in the dark. 

“I bet there is some good loot there. Oh, what I’d do for a forge,” Elric sighed dreamily, moving to the walls and pressing his ears to it. 

Clang. Clang. Clang. 

It was heaven.

“Isn’t your workshop good enough for you?” Terence asked, rolling his eyes. 

“I love my workshop, but it’s on the surface, it’s just so far to go. The forge is here, I can hear it.”

“C’mon then, let’s go find it,” Terence said.

Elric jumped to his feet, happily trotting over to him as they followed the sounds of the forge.