Thigorki Walks off the boat with a glint in his eyes at the numerous selling stalls of the great bazaar that was in front of him, as if he had just ran around the great caverns of his Home City he is out of breath, sweating, images of past works from great blacksmiths from home soon become apparent at the great marvel of the city.
Moving off the boat, clumsy enough to trip over a piece of sticking of wooden board of the plank, he regains his balance at the bottom, before looking up at the Well-Dressed Gentleman with the same bewildered face as when he first looked at the City, responding is a raspy but steady tone of voice, “To prove a point to those that us dwarves belong in a Mountainside rather than a Man-made city such as this, In which case, point me to the nearest tavern and we’ll have a mug of ale to talk further about why I come ‘ere” Looking upwards at the Gentleman smirking, “Unless o’ course you don’t fancy yourself a drinker”.
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