Interlude 4. What Are The Dwarves Doing?

Interlude 4. What Are The Dwarves Doing?

Rory frowned. The newest batch of notes from Chosen One was extensive and complicated. They had a lot of luck and profit with the previous batch, as it detailed on a dizzying array of kitchen and household utensils, many of which were novel to the point of being bought by nobles simply for the sake of being the first to own. Obviously, duke Gillespie's household got the first pick on everything they devised, but other than that, they made quite a bit of extra cash by auctioning the first piece to be sold, and opening the rest of the market a week later.Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com

"I understand, but why so much hurry? We can take our time to build a wall first..." - Rory began, trailing off as he considered just WHAT they might have - "I'm honestly a bit concerned about the output. Mere clay doesn't seem to be enough to hold the veritable river of metal, treated or not..." Both of them grew silent, as the phrase clicked.

"Elder...?" - Rory whispered with wonder. Geoff nodded and grinned, his teeth gleaming in the flickering torchlight. "...where rivers of metal will run on the shores of clay..." - he quoted - "Go, Rory. Make our dreams come true."