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Krunder, the Crucible of Torag, esq. flips through his wrist bound grudge book, re--writing any names that have been smudged in his recent travels, muttering three curses at each orc name he so transcribes, "Yes, top me off, but use the Liter mug this time. The pint hardly wets my mustache before it's drained." Distracted he misses his opportunity to warn his chief client of the dangers of providing a free drink to a halfling.
"Ernie, you crazy old man, don't get ahead of yourself." Says the inquisitor, Krunder the Crucible of Torag Esq., "... Again... Before that stone shaper can start working we need to make sure that the formalities are legally observed." Handing a chisel and hammer to Dicky, and pulling out a stone tablet, "Sir this document will bear witness that you established business in a building updated and constructed by Dwarven bretheren from the Halls of Torag's Boast. Where none but the greatest masons hail. This will also be embeded into the foundation, may it stand as long as the world." Changing tone of voice, "Just put your X here..." he says. After watching Dicky 'Artfully' chip away at the limestone tablet Krunder places it back in his bag with the tools. Then goes about checking his wrist bound grudgebook against the faces he sees. |
