As Akun turned to leave, he offered a nod of thanks to the dwarf. "Thank you for your help," he said genuinely.
The dwarf waved a dismissive hand. "Don't mention it," he replied gruffly, though a hint of pride glinted in his eyes.
As Akun started to walk away, he suddenly halted and turned back, fixing the dwarf with a piercing gaze. "You know," he began slowly, "I always thought dwarfs were a proud race of skill and craftsmanship. Yet here you are, trying to scam someone by using illusion magic to disguise an iron sword as a mythril one."
The dwarf's eyes widened in shock, his mouth gaping open for a moment before he quickly composed himself. "H-how did you...?" he stammered, clearly caught off guard by Akun's keen perception.
