As Andrew took the credentials, took them out and examined them diligently. In dwarvish, [color=#00ff00]"Master Bork, If one wishes to speak about these things, Dwarvish makes it easier."[/color] Finding the credentials in order and knowing that his scribe would send a pigeon to ensure that he was in good standing, Andrew continued. Dwarves did not tend to lie when it came to working with stone, but they might push to truth a little.

Measuring the man, the Abbot smiled. What did he know about this man? First thing he was a bold risk taker. Did that mean that he wasn’t careful? Master Bork did not start by offering to build a cathedral or even a temple. Most people applying for the job would have started there. So he did not think it was important, then what was? His hospitality being refused which meant the man was nervous and did not want to make a bad impression. But the nervousness probably also meant that he had not taken on something this big before. Andrew felt nervous about it too. Andrew got up and opened one of his chests digging in it.
 
As he searched he asked, [color=#00ff00]"Do you already have a plan that you can show me?"[/color] he asked. Andrew knew this was a trap of a question. If he had a plan that meant that he did not care what others thought. If he did not, then he wasn't prepared. If it was only partially done, well then he didn’t complete things. Andrew liked how bold Bork was and wanted to see him react to the trap. He wanted to know this man's character. He pulled a thick book out of the chest and returned to the table and waited to see what Master Bork would offer. 

After Bork gives his answer, Andrew tells him, [color=#00ff00]"You can use the room down the hall for your office and space. This week you will be paid the proper rate. But, there are three conditions for keeping the job. The first is to get the boys that are hanging around the town and have them build a stone wall around the house tall enough to provide some protection. The second is I want to see a drawn out design with a plan, first things to last things.”[/color] 
He paused for a moment, [color=#00ff00]“By the end of the week."[/color] 
Andrew hands him an oversized empty blank book to work on. 

Andrew knew he was being a bastard and was asking too much. But it would answer all the questions he had. How did he deal with challenges? Could he plan and manage money? How would he deal with it when things did not get done? How did he deal with people? Could he help them learn new skills? Would he delegate or need to be in charge of everything? Would he ask others to help? Would he let them grumble and complain? 

Would he grumble and complain? Master Brok was a dwarf, so there would be grumbling, complaining, and swearing – that happened even when things go smoothly. It was why Andrew originally learned Dwarvish, so he could swear effectively. But would he let other experience his anger?

With only a couple of teamster wagons and no wheelwright in Pigeon Spit, sabotage the project would be easy. Andrew knew the wall would not get done. He would need to find a partner. 

[color=#00ff00]“In a week, you [B]will[/B] eat at my table and [B]we will[/b] negotiate your proper salary,”[/color] Andrew said, [color=#00ff00]“If you would excuse me, I can see that it about time for my evening prayers.”[/color] Andrew looked out the door to the scribe and said, [color=#00ff00]“Please tend to his needs.”[/color] Andrew smiled, as he showed Master Brok out the door.