"Greetings" - Faelang replies. "I'm looking for a dwarf said to be in this city, name's Olaf, a great blaksmith."
"Yes, yes! I know to whom you refer! He's right off to the left wing of the bazaar. You'll find him there." - The excited gentleman replies as he sets you off.
Faelang proceeds to follow the directions as given. Not short after, seeing the dwarf he was looking for, a smile props on his face.