These Strong Hands

<Berrund the Gleaming coughs dustily.> I knew I couldn't take the skardyn without some help. I thought, if I just had that magic hammer, then nothing would stop me. I had to have it, you see, or else, maybe I wasn't who I was made to be. But it kept slipping out of my fingers. Like it didn't want anything to do with me. It fell out of my hands at the worst moment and now... <He coughs again.> It's clearly not mine. It never was. I'm... I'm... sorry.