Gold coins are wonderful, whether in dreams or in reality.
Bartlett held this single "wonderful" thing he got, slowly rubbing it with his index and middle fingers, feeling the unique delicate texture of gold, the uneven surface patterns, and its slight warmth in his palm, like a ball of flame.
No matter if 'she' is a queen or not, at least it's gold, Bartlett thought.
Gordon Furnace hummed a song beside him, the song was called Beautiful Girl Like a Basket. This was an authentic dwarf song, with the melody carrying the race's unique boldness, even though it was a love song:
"Such a beautiful girl, she has a waist stout like a basket, a bushy and soft beard, a voice like a ringing bell;
Her shoulders are wide like the earth, able to carry a barrel of wine, dwarves fall for her, confessing their feelings;
I want to ride a Tarbes goat to her hometown, give her a warhammer as a betrothal gift, she will use beer as dowry;
