[center][h1]Native Hospitality, Part 2[/h1][/center]

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The dwarven king would find many of his investments pay dividends almost immediately. Since as it turned out, despite the Europeans being a small group they expanded almost ten times faster than anyone else he might have witnessed. They started building, they started constructing a village, then a town in less then a few days. They possessed great ships, that seemed to be producing out metal materials that were used to make such things.

They started making stone roads, that were very smooth and solid for any caravan to go over - increasing the time that was required to go from the Kingdom to the European settlement down to merely hours instead of half a day through the forests.

As it was the dwarven king would develop an strange curiosity for the new worlder as he would call it while the rest of the world called them the world eaters an title exclusive only to them but, as the king believe that they were indeed the bringers of the end of the world they were also instrumental to its rebirth as it carried with them knowledge and techniques that were previously unknown to the people as what would take months of dedicated toil for the rest of the the people of the land had been done in a few weeks at most an remarkable feat that even the king himself acknowledged while his people toiled and guard their way of life. 

His fascination had evolved to the point of tasking the construction of an system of watch towers built in order to record their progress employing scribes in order to see the following improvement of their society which their data complied would be later transformed to pen and paper by the record keepers which laid down the progress as now much more profit had been accumulated by his accommodating trait which had left an good mark in their relationship seeing it in an improved infrastructure on which their people would enjoy.

Needless to say, his scribes would be requiring to replace their parchment and ink rather constantly - since the New Worlders seemed to be expanding at a much faster rate than could be possible. They had their strange machinery, uproot the trees yet also plant things in return. The traded ore, was feed into strange machines on the shore - that churned out metal and other building materials. If they ever wanted, the technology alone could throw the entire dwarven economy on it's head in a single day.

Although for the most part, the New Worlders kept to themselves and didn't bother anyone - unless they were bothered back in return. As they seemed to pick the fruits growing on the trees with much gusto and even trying to plant more of them around the island or their surrounding area. As well as the yellow fields, were picked clean with rapidness, not even common from hungry animals. But they always made sure to plant more. It would soon be likely, that this entire island would be filled with crops that the dwarves might use occasionally - compared to the New Worlders whom seemed to be picking it like winter was coming.


The dwarven king would stop to see how they were coming as the vast expansion of the local fruit trees had lended an massive inscrease stock for their massive underground storage areas and with the improve roads had invited more merchants and other various wanderers towards the area now seeing the massive influx of people traveling in the area in an active effort to spy onto the moderns only to end with fear and confussion seeing the technology only to confuse it as advance magic. 

Still the dwarven king would love the strange machines that continues to crack up their production of produce using their much more lax trading policy to start buying materials for their growing colony and with the massive increase of the crops made the king order the develop an orchard to be made outside of the gates in order to produce the crops in much more quantities and to develop and make much more de-stillaries back towards their underground cities urging large sums of dwarves to work outside. Yet that would not be his only action as aside from a few guards or so the king marched forth towards the city to satisfy his curiosity under the guide of a diplomatic visit

In the city, he could see how quickly everything had changed. Where once had been dirt and trees, now stood structures and fortifications. All of them were crafted using either metal or liquid stone, that the New Worlders possessed. Many had written down, how the humans mixed gray dust with water and then spun it with strange machinery - once deposited it hardened quickly and could be shaped into almost anything.

The seaside itself had grown, as now a dock had been constructed. While not as eye-catching as those in the elven lands, it had an unique prospect to it - as instead of a work of art, it was a work of ingenuity. As machinery hauled off cargo that seemed impossible large or big.

Still, many people watched with some interest and curiosity as the dwarven king arrived. As much as his people and everyone else on Titania, were awed by the New Worlders - the reverse was also true for these new humans. As he soon enough got the chance to meet with his opposing counterpart - the Chancellor. The woman in question, as tall and beautiful as any elven. Although that was the normality  for nearly all of the New Worlders, as she greeted the stout man. Surprisingly in his own tongue.

"Welcome, to New Paris..."

He upon seeing what he assumed as the female leader of the new worlders would bow and greet them in his own language hoping that the simple cook book from before was enough for them to understand simple gestures and conversations in order to somehow create a relationship with this new people of the land. Marveling at the rapid expansion of the world eaters which even seem to rival their own kind when settled and protected. "I am king Vantrin the Third or the Gold King." He introduce himself to her as his fascination towards the new people would grow as he examines the new structures that had been erected and constructed while seeing the new fruits that they had started growing and building. 

He would judge and he would come out impressed with looks alone as he had found himself within New Paris. "It is a wonderful city." He followed with a large grin his bread unlike the woman seen before and an object of pride for the king himself. As he liked the fact that she had an understanding of his language despite her accent he had understood it clearly making him nod in wonder.