Seeking Lord Rufus
Oren examines the chain shirt closely, nodding his head in approval. "The lad has it right, fine work, worthy of being called Masterwork. Well, if we want to seek out those bandits, we cannae stand around chatting too much. Master Smyth, tis an honor, and ye can count on seeing more adventurers coming through here. Blessings of the Forge upon ye and yer works. May Moradin grant that we meet again, a great deal wealthier over a fine cask of ale." The dwarf spoke, ready to move on.