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[h2][i]Blöthmerche Assiösales[/i]
[i][sub]Dörfen Warriör of Pathfünder[/sub][/i]

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The Dorf found himself becoming momentarily distracted as he passed his Guidebook to the Penja, turning to eye the newcomer to the conversation. A tall man; One standing above Blöthmerche himself, for certain. He was somewhat surprised by the questioning, but listened intently as the man, Sir Havalock, went on about a certain Fort. Skysem? Not one he was familiar with, but the Toys department was a big place. Forts across the waters and beyond. Many kept secluded, especially the ones with talents they could sell. But the Nevergrow could always find them, no matter how well you hid. They were an eventually, not a possibility.

Before he knew it, the taller man had placed a device into his hands; Something that the Dorf hadn't seen before personally, but had heard of in some tales. He turned the item in his hands, observing it with curiosity. While he had no true idea of what it was capable of, there were obvious signs of craftsmanship. This had come from a Fort? A Dorf, no less... Truly a master craftsperson of their homeland. Respectable, even if Blöth didn't understand what he was looking at.

"I apologize," Blöthmerche began, disappointment in his tone. "The Fort you speak of is of no familiarity to me. But if such a master of craft was a Dorf, I can assure their they kept their finest wares on the homestead. Wherever their home may be, they must be well fortified. I can only hope that they carried their honor and defended their home. The Nevergrow are a horrible threat to all Forts, I have experienced their dedication to our destruction first-hand on many occasions. With crafts such as this, I am certain they must have prevailed in their defense."

Listening to Havalock speak, he came to the realization that the man was quite a historian; He knew quite a lot, for someone clearly foreign from his department. The Dorf knew this as the sign of a true adventurer; They had tales and knowledge of many places, he was quite impressive in his display. He must've seen places far and wide; Across the shelves of the Wal. Blöth could only wish to be able to spout knowledge and have tales like this man; The dorfs back home would love to hear him talk, Blöth imagined.

"You speak the truth," The Dorf added. "Fort Pathfünder takes pride in it's might, and many of us seek out adventures to become heroes among our people: This quest is my own, as of now. I seek great glory and success, and a prize of great worth to return to my home so I will be hailed as a Hero until my time as even an Ancient expires." Though, his time would expire faster than most... His lack of Age-B-Gone use will lead to him dying years and years before others of his time; Even now, some he had trained with as a child were still fifteen or sixteen, while he was nearly approaching his twenties. It was sad, but the Dorf warrior accepted it to be this way.

He watched the two in front of him interact; Not thinking much of the exchange. The Penja spoke in a way that displayed confidence, and respect. While the gentleman was rambling like the storytelling Ancients back home. It disinterested him, leading to him sticking a finger into one of the holes in his mask to instead scratch the side of his head, until the Penja turned attention to him again.

Accepting his holy scriptures back, he offered a nod; Taking notice of her respectful words. Any extra intent behind what she said was beyond him; He was simply taking things at face value. "Benign Penja, I do realize the words of my people can be considered overburdening. Your respect rather than repulse is met with my gratitude, you show honor that should be well regarded."

Realizing his hands were getting full, he was quick to turn back to Sir Havalock, returning his precious charger. "I appreciate you showing me this expert craftsmanship, Sir Havalock. I apologize for not being able to provide much information regarding Skysem, but I have faith that a Fort that provides quality items such as this will have no issue pushing back the horrid Nevergrow."