The Dwarf Slayer tilted his head, uncrossing his arm(s) and placed the appendage on his hip as his other hand held the tankard. "So we're just gonna grab some manling lass from the flighty tongue lands and bring her here? I'm thinking there has to be some complications here, though even if there is, I wouldn't care too much. Name me price ye say?" Sketti pursed his fat lips and looked inwardly, before nodding not moments later. He gave a small burp and then nodded. "Alright." 

The Dwarf was thinking of walking up to the Duke and looking him square in the eye. That might have been the smart thing to do. But he wasn't often an untrusting or grumpy Dwarf. His company gave him an excuse to be, though. He finally made his mind up and spoke up. "Yer going tae pay me however much I need in order to buy a small spit of land wherever I choose, and a shop to work in to make all me gadgets and engines. Oh, and free beer from your manor whenever I visit. Ye best keep your pantries filled."