Antalya brushed her loose hair aside, saying, "Ali should have dinner ready by now, let's go eat."
"Uh, you go ahead, I've got a bit more to do," Howard replied, thinking of Greg who might still be in the blacksmith's shop.
"I'll go call Greg; he's probably still in the forge."
"I'll head on then," Antalya nodded, stepping ahead while Howard made his way towards the forge.
Approaching, Howard could already hear the clear, ringing sounds of metalwork emanating from within.
He couldn't help but smile.
Dwarves, once engrossed in a task, tend to become oblivious to the outside world.
Greg had previously spent days on end lost in his work in the forge.
Perhaps it was this very focus that crafted the Dwarves' hands into tools that even gods would marvel at.
Dwarves excel in nearly all manual crafts.
Except for cooking.
Well... perhaps musical instruments as well.
