Chapter 444 Dwarf
The smooth bronze mirror reflected a short and sturdy figure. This reflection felt like a thick stone pier, or a stone pier with limbs.
Soon, the "stone pier" started to move, and the reflection in the bronze mirror gradually began to enlarge, until a big, fluffy face occupied the entire mirror surface.
Emar Stonemason carefully held a small handful of beard with his left and right hands, gently twisted it, and then entangled them with each other, section by section, and a small braid was formed in his hands.
He held the end of the braid with one hand, picked up a small piece of silk thread with the other hand, and tied the braid tightly tightly.
"Oh! Look at this majestic face. It is not only majestic, but also very lucky, because it belongs to the man who is the best even among dwarves - Lord Emaar Stonemason."
The dwarf held his chin and turned his head left and right with a proud expression, admiring his own heroic figure reflected in the bronze mirror.
"To celebrate the thirtieth anniversary of the union of this heroic face with his great master, another braid is needed!"
As he said this, he picked up another bunch of beard. , and started knitting.
With a crash, the entrance to the tent was opened.
"Here's the hammer!"
A dwarf with a similar build to Emaar and a ruddy complexion came in.
His clothes are simpler than Emaar's, but his voice is louder, and his voice is like a bell.
“Is the whole point of your life just to play with your beard?”
“Damn it, Barash, can’t you just be free on my birthday? It’s majesty, do you know majesty? This is something that a dwarf royal family must possess.”
The disturbed Emaar turned angrily and shouted at the intruder.
“Listen, my stupid brother, throw aside your damn royal dignity. There is work outside that needs you to do. When the chief’s son comes, you have to go and receive him. ”
The dwarf named Balash was unmoved and assigned tasks to Imar without mercy.
Imar held his head and shouted: "Here's the hammer, it's that arrogant fool again, why should I deal with him."
Balash stretched out his hand and Referring to Yimar: "He is the 'prince' of this tribe, and you are also a 'prince'. Your status is just right."
Because you are also an arrogant fool, Barash added silently in his mind.
"Hell, you too!" Emaar yelled.
"Shut up, I am the leader of the team when we come out this time. This is an order, not a request."
Balash did not compromise, and Emaar cursed and opened the tent and went out. .
Looking at the bulging back, Basra shrugged helplessly and walked out of the tent.
"Huh? Human!"
As soon as he came out, he saw a figure who was slightly "slender" in the orc tribe, with a thin and long face with an unshaven beard, long curly brown hair naturally scattered on his shoulders, and a pair of deep-set eyes. His sunken eyes were piercing. He was wearing a patched brown leather jacket with a long hem and the boots on his feet were also very old. He looked like a down-and-out adventurer who had returned from the wild.
At this moment, this down-and-out adventurer is standing in front of his stall swinging an iron sword used for trading.
The other party noticed Balash's arrival and immediately put the sword in his hand back on the stall.
"Hello! Dear friends. I have to say, your swords are really awesome."
He bent down to salute, putting on a very kind look, but he did not suppress the curious and scrutinizing look in his eyes - most humans who had just met a dwarf would be very curious.
"Human, what's the matter with you?" Balash asked lukewarmly. "If you like something, just exchange it for something of equal value, or gold and silver coins. We'll accept that too."
Stanford smiled, the one in front of him The dwarf ran past him angrily, as if he was not to be trifled with, which was consistent with the legendary image of a dwarf with a bad temper.
The person in front of me should be able to speak better.
"I'm not here for trading. I want to find a guide for my adventure team."
"Guide? Then you should ask more about the orcs in this tribe. They are very familiar with this forest. , I’m just doing business here.”
“Oh, no!” Stanford shook his head, “The people from the Blood Ox Tribe can’t meet my requirements. I hope to find someone who can lead us. Guide across the Rocky Mountains."
"Ha!" Barash was amused, and he understood why this human was standing in front of his stall.
"Then I am even more powerless." Balash spread his hands in an exaggerated manner, "Guest, if you have no intention of trading, go somewhere else. Please don't hinder my business."
"Don't be so harsh." Stanford handed over a box. "This is a gift for you. Please give me a higher price. As long as it helps us cross the Rocky Mountains, I think we should give you a good reward." "
"No way, no dwarf will lead outsiders into dwarf territory. Besides, I can tell from your clothes and tone that you are not a native of this forest. You are a native. Humans from the south.”
Barash refused.
Stanford asked: "Do you have any... bad impressions of the humans in the south? Please tell me, maybe I can explain it."
Basra waved his hand: "I Don’t want to talk about this topic.”
Stanford had no choice but to take out the contents of the box, which was a porcelain bottle of the same style as the one given to Chief Asoye. The light reflected from the smooth wall of the bottle dazzled Balash.
"Look! What an exquisite work of art. Mr. Dwarf, I hope you will consider this gift..."
"Who said I would accept this gift. ”
The dwarf’s eyes only stayed on the porcelain bottle for a moment and then stopped looking.
“It looks like a flashy thing, but it will break as soon as you touch it, right? We dwarves still like things that are thicker and more durable. In my eyes, a clay bottle is a hundred times better than this.”< br>
Okay, what you said makes sense. Stanford, who hit the nail, took back the porcelain bottle with some embarrassment.
"Look, I said these mountain residents are in need of food and salt."
A voice came from behind, and Stanford looked back, and it turned out to be the young orc Finn.
“My friend, why don’t you give me that porcelain vase, and I’ll be your guide around the Rocky Mountains and back to Aldo from the Narodan Valley. I’ve traveled a lot with caravans on this route. Come on, I’m very familiar with it.” He was very greedy after seeing the gift given to the chief at the banquet.
"Uh...that's too far, I still plan to find someone else."
Stanford declined Finn, making the latter look regretful.
Hmph! Balash, who was listening to their conversation, sneered in his heart, just look for it, if you can find a dwarf willing to lead you, I will lose.
Sure enough, Stanford walked around the temporary market set up by the dwarves, but could not find anyone willing to be a tour guide.
He returned to his residence worriedly to inform his companions that it seemed that he had to implement the preparatory plan.
(End of this chapter)