Glodin turned to his guest to see Marcus, a man he had heard many tales of. Most of the tales deal with his magical cannon that fits in the palm of his hand. He listened to the man as he spoke but his eyes grew wide at the sight of near perfect copies of ancient dwarven script. [color=00a651]"This book here, it is not dwarven handwriting but it is the best copy I have seen outside of Uldgorin. There is no denying you took effort to make this legible."[/color] Glodin took the book in his hands amd began to skim. [color=00a651]"If you lend me the copy I can translate everything you have written into the common tongue, but it will take time, for we have words that do not translate well into common. As for that stone, I can easily make you another if you procure the materials used to make that. It is a magika stone. The only way to make a stable one is with a storm elemental's core and stomach acid from a kest queen."[/color] Glodin placed the book back on the work bench before tossing his entire pick into the smelter, and watched as his precious weapon melted down in a rainbow of magical auras. [color=00a651]"I thank you for showing me this and asking my help lad. I understand if you don't trust me to keep your copy of an old tome to translate, but I am going to test to see if those runes prove true in that book. Bring me a fresh copy of the first rune in that book and we will see together if I can compete with my ancestors."[/color] Glodin turned back to Marcus with a smile and offered his hand to shake. [color=00a651]"I'll help you make a sister for your hand cannon and I shall translate the entire book, if you let me study and master those runes. Oh and you can call upon my talents as a craftsmen any time you wish, free of charge."[/color]