"Quick, quick, quick, I heard that a lord came to the surface and is collecting junk... Bah, collecting all kinds of old weapons. The neighbor took a rusty, long knife and exchanged it for 30 units of food."
"What? There's such a good thing?"
Buyers were superlatively overwhelmed…
Since the war between Bloodhoof City and the gray-colored dwarves began, there had never been such a lively situation.
Everyone rummaged through their homes. They brought all kinds of unwanted, old weapons and armor to the warehouse and exchanged them for sacks of food.
It was the underground world, and there was no shortage of ores. Who didn't have a few weapons?
The residents of Bloodhoof City who received the food lamented that the surface lord was a good person. He collected so much junk and gave it back.
Sel Bloodhoof did even close his mouth.
He looked at Richard and almost pulled him to bow.
