Kardel Sharpeye had no special talents in blacksmith or military affairs, and he did not like going to the mines. Accuracy and a sharp mind — these are all his abilities, which were bestowed upon him by fate, but she was not particularly valued among the dwarfs. He continued to lead his mediocre existence, drinking ale in the taverns, until a brilliant idea occurred to him.

“So, sir, this is here, and here it is. Yeah, like this, this thing here, and this here. Gadget twist, twist the screws. Here, here, a little more… "- thoughts flew wildly through Kardel's head while he was working on the drawings.His new creation, which can turn the war in favor of the gnomes, a little more and it will be ready. The long-standing feuds of orcs and gnomes did not allow for a peaceful existence. Everybody was exhausted by the 50-year-old war, the dwarfs suffered heavy losses, but they fought to the end because of their inborn stubbornness. But this creation, the creation of Kardel, was to turn the tide of the war and put an end to 10-year battles, and not just end the war, but bring victory!

After completing the drawings, Kardel rubbed his hands nervously and moved to the most skilled blacksmith — Travin, whose 100 years of experience spread fame throughout the kingdom of Blue Mountain. He was awarded the royal award, the golden anvil, and even the best blacksmiths of the kingdom turned to him for advice to this day.
-What do you want? — Travin answered gloomily to the stubborn gnome. — Again your strange pictures brought? There is no business to do, hammer forging or go to the mines, since you are so peaceful and you do not want to fight the orcs?
— It's urgent, Travin! — Cardell answered seriously.
-Ha-ha-ha-ha — Travin’s laughter boomed not only in his smithy, but also in the neighborhood, forcing several past the passing dwarves to jump in surprise. — To hear such words from you, Kardel Ostroglaz, the son of Grovol, is already a tradition for me. What time is it?
-Travin, listen, this time it will work out. Last time, trust me last time. If it doesn't work out, I'll leave and never come back. — insisted on his stubborn gnome.
-Leave them on the table and come in the evening,- the skilled blacksmith answered in a cold tone and continued to work on the anvil.
-Thank you, — answered Kardel and left.

Returning at the appointed time, he did not find Travin in place, but on the table his work was neatly folded in a towel. The gnome's eyes began to shine and he quickly headed for the royal court.
-Oh great lord, Noran, son of Rowen, accept this creation as a gift, bowing to the dwarf handed over a gun made by Travin himself.
-This is not a sword, not a hammer or a shield. What is this? — frowning, the king began to look at an unknown metalwork for him.
-This is a projectile gun — that's what I called it. His shells will be able to penetrate armor, unlike arrows! — with pride in his voice answered Kardel.
-Well, show, cheeky gnome! — the king with impatience responded to this impudent statement.
Armor was brought to the throne room, after which Kardel's weapon successfully passed the test, breaking through an impressive hole in the armor, passing through. Soon, according to his drawings, weapons began to be mass-produced and supplied to them by the detachments. The commander of one of these detachments was Kardel Sharpeye himself. Thanks to his accuracy and dexterity, he destroyed quite a few orc warriors, for which he received his nickname — Dwarwen Sniper — the dwarf sniper. His creation helped to end the war with victory, which brought him considerable glory among the mountain gnomes.