"I'm sorry, Bruto, that foolish boy, just hasn't got the hang of it yet; it's difficult to explain the gist of it to you in a sentence or two," Barrend's large hand landed heavily on Bruto's head, causing the latter to cover his head with a look of grievance. "I'm now a senior craftsman, and there's a rest day coming up in four days. I'll come with you then. However, I need to report this to the Craftsmen Committee first and apply to review their mining records to find the most likely spot."
"Then it's settled, we can use these next few days to rest and build up our strength," Lancelot reached into his pocket, "Ah right, there's one more favor I need to ask of you."
Confronted with the old Dwarf's puzzled gaze, he placed three clear blue gemstones into Barrend's hand.
"I need a single-hand longsword for fighting in relatively confined spaces; this is the upfront payment," he explained.
"How can this be!" Barrend refused to accept, "You are our savior; I must refuse the money."
