Cob, the Wandering Dwarf
[@Dealdric] - Deruga
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Cob paused for a moment while the magician spoke. He immediately understand what the fool was trying to say with only a quick glance behind his shoulder. He began to scrap the moss from the rock, and halfhearted shouted to the man, "Perhaps I am overly frank. But I think you misunderstand me. Magic is dangerous to everyone, especially its wielder." 

He began to mutter to himself, though loud enough for the magician to hear if he was listening, "How much do you have to give, for something that can be turned against you at the whim of a fickle god." and then almost instinctively, he said, "It is better to build a hovel on solid foundation, rather than a castle in the scorching sands." 

As he said it, he kicked the rock he was trying to grow moss from. He picked up his pickaxe, and began to stumble away in the opposite direction.  A part of him knew that talking to a magician, much less provoking one, was a bad idea. However there was a bit of a curiosity about the stranger, not because he knew magic, or at least claimed to know magic, but because he was the first human he encountered. However, there would be other humans, and perhaps ones with a better discernment about their worship.