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So the demon can devour Gondar's soul during his sleep without needing to be physically close to him. Was that just a bluff, or are they actually capable of doing something scary like that?... Well, no point on dwelling too much on it. What matters is that another of those fiends needs killing, and you will personally carry it out!
Gondar hands you some flint, a bunch of rags and a pair of metal sticks like those hanging on the walls everywhere in the fortress. These are ‘torches’, according to him. You also receive a small transparent container the size of your palm - a 'flask', as called by the dwarf. It holds some really odd-smelling liquid inside. “What’s this thing fow?”
The smith subtly grinds his teeth at your question. He explains it’s ‘fuel’ for the torch, giving you further instructions on how to use it properly. “A-a lit torch will l-last you anywhere between twenty minutes to one ho-hour, d-depending on how m-much fuel you pour o-onto the piece of rag. U-understood?”
“Cwear as water” you say. The next thing you are handed over is the sacred eyepicking artifact - also known as 'pickaxe', as taught by the dwarf. Not a very cool name for such a great weapon… or *is* it a weapon? You have no idea. And so, you throw him another question. “What is this thing used fow?”
“A-ain’t that fuckin’ obvi-“ Gondar stops abruptly, takes a deep breath and forces a smile. “… Pi-pickaxes are for m-mining ores, m-my gno- gnollish friend.” You would like to ask what ‘ore’ is, too, but it’s painfully obvious this red-haired midget is running out of patience. Better leave that for another time.
The smith also puts two ‘backpacks’ at your disposal - a fancy word for large leather bags with littler ones sewn into them. He shows you how to wear one in your backs, and Datz and you get the hang of it quickly. They don’t hinder your movements at all, and should allow you to carry stuff around without having to constantly grasp it with your hands. Very convenient!
As lame as dwarves are as a whole race, you have to admit their crafts are fascinating. How do they even come up with this stuff? It's all so incredibly advanced! A shame that your tribe hates anything to do with human-like technology – even Datz is no exception. They should learn from the Tufted Ears and use all goddamn tools at their disposal. You love your people, you really do, but... damn! They can be SO stubborn sometimes.
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