The dwarf backed away from Arthur until his back touched the end of the couch. He raised both fists as if he wanted to fight. Seeing such a reaction, Arthur sighed.
"It's all because you scared him." He glared at Gala. "Listen, kid." Arthur turned to the dwarf.
"You are probably of the same age." Gala rested her hands on her knee with a smile.
"You're special," Arthur said sincerely. "I'm probably the only person who can see it. Let me help you awaken your affinity, and there are no items that you won't be able to craft."
"All dwarves have an affinity core on their chest," Gala mentioned. "That's what separates them from humans and makes them excellent craftsmen."
"She's right." The dwarf chimed in, his eyes still sharp and doubtful. "I'm special through my craft!"
