Keystone sighed, noting that the elder dwarf seemed the boisterous but easygoing sort. With relief, he found a spot to sit and continued his conversation, this time in his own dialect of underclass Common. "Begging your pardon there, Master Dwarf, and my sincerest on hamfisting your language. Talking on your idea of forges, it's my awareness that any forge, no matter slummy, stands a better chance at making masterful things when one of your kind's at the anvil." 

He noted the mention of Delzoun, and with interest piqued, continued, "You said something about Delzoun forges, didn'ya? I am to believe these bracers were made there - Dwarf name of Iron Thorgood. Would you care to take a closer look?" Keystone pushed back his sleeves and held up his arms, affording the smith a better view. "Claimed them by right of salvage from a very unkind pointy-hat. Then the world went absolutely nutshite. Big corpsified guy name of Glith destroyed Two Stars, been refugees since." 

Maybe he had shared too much. At this point it couldn't hurt, he figured, and glossed over the last statement, "What do you mean by dwarfkin jokes, anyway? Did I miss something else on the bracers?"