Response to Paul:
The dwarf nods.
"Suppose 's nice to know that even now folks still got manners."
He leads Paul to the back, into his workshop, where his anvil and the rest of his tools of the trade sit. A small wagon sits in the back, a safe distance from the forge, with various hunks of ore.
"I guess it wouldn't fault me much if I let you have say...20 pounds from that there bunch. I haven't graded it, so can speak to it's purity, but I figure you could fashion something of use out of it. I think 6 silver would be fair. I'll even throw in a bag if you like."
"Suppose 's nice to know that even now folks still got manners."
He leads Paul to the back, into his workshop, where his anvil and the rest of his tools of the trade sit. A small wagon sits in the back, a safe distance from the forge, with various hunks of ore.
"I guess it wouldn't fault me much if I let you have say...20 pounds from that there bunch. I haven't graded it, so can speak to it's purity, but I figure you could fashion something of use out of it. I think 6 silver would be fair. I'll even throw in a bag if you like."