In true Dwarven tradition, Cain drinks until nearly morning then passes out in a booth in the corner. For most of the night the small tavern was packed, and Cain learned a great deal about this city called Kan.
For one, the dwarves were only tolerated because they were the best smiths. Even the Elf at the gate didn't come into town, they only hired him for the days the competitors were showing up. Other than that only humans were welcome.
The standard of the competition here was also supposed to be laughably low. The dwarves insisted they could take most of the so called Blessed humans in a fight without using their magical weapons.
Magic was beyond most of these dwarves only a few low level Earth Mages were among their ranks, but making magical weapons was a species trait, even if they couldn't use one bit of magic they could still learn to craft the finest magical weapons.
