[center][h2] Garanin Stonehewer [/h2][/center]

Garanin's response to the other dwarf's greeting was nearly immediate. He stopped, adjusted his posture, and pounded his own left shoulder once. Carefully pulling one of his gauntlets off to properly greet the man, Garanin grabbed the offered hand and gave it a hearty shake. "Aye, that it is, Brother! I was worryin' I'd be one a' the only dwarves in this blasted place! Though I s'pose it figures that the Grand Enchanter bears the Gift, after all." 

Taking a step back after the handshake and wiping his already-sweating brow with an arm, Garanin spent another moment looking around, admiring the works on display as he replaced the gauntlet on his hand. As hot as the forge was, it wouldn't do to mess about with all of his gear and end up burning himself on it due to the heat of the forge. That was what padding was for, after all. 

"It looks like ah'm the first to arrive? So...how exactly does this whole thing work?"

[@Spirit]