The goat-headed creature's words immediately piqued Komer's immense interest. A rather rich variety? Oh, what kind of concept was that? Did it mean that the iron ore production in Izmir could yield many kinds of magic metals? Was this guy showing off purposely with obscure hints, or did he really have something valuable to share? Komer didn't deny the other's expertise in Fire Magic, but having unique insights into ore composition, especially ore rich in magic metals, wasn't something a Fire Mage could accomplish; this seemed more like the specialty of a dwarven surveyor.
"Lord Komer, don't look at me with that kind of gaze. It hurts my pride. I know what you're thinking, and there's nothing worth hiding. I have dwarven blood, and I don't think there's anything shameful in that," the goat head said with some displeasure.
