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"Truly, not many do venture this way. These Dwarves? They can be quite the danger to strangers. I am only just lucky enough to have gotten to know them." Of course, there was also more to it than just that. The very items he traded tended to gain their attention. They came to him. Anton...

The elfish trader had all the goods he wanted out ready to be seen by now, still selling off what remained to be sold. He had doubts he would sell it all. But that just meant more product for elsewhere, at least he thought this. "They hide away. They stay deep in the mountains, and are rarely...

Anton had to smirk slightly, spying the dwarves coming around his hired guard. They had a fascination with weapons and armor over jewels and crowns. So, he could not blame them for showing such appreciation for his blades. The elf merely began his work. Collecting coins for his wares. Making...

Anton could not help but chuckle in return. No, these Dwarves wouldn't take off his head, surely. They wanted what he had, and he was willing to trade. It was no insult to them to want to give away such things, even if it were for a price. The wagon pulled on forth through the outpost, with...

Anton glanced over the stone-like Dwarves. Stout and tough, in more ways than one. Strong willed, strong armed, they were quite the little fighter to be sure. But when it came to foreign materials to make works of art from? They were quick to make a friend of. And Anton had a way with words...

Anton waited at the foot of the gate, his horse standing patiently. The gate made no movement. "Yes, I have. They take their time, they like to watch those on the outside, observe them. To make sure they mean well" Anton explained to Kishou. After the explanation was done, the Dwarves chose now...

Anton clutched up on the reigns to bring the cart to a slower approach for the outpost. "They can be sold anywhere. But you see, Dwarves around pride themselves in their creations. So they will pay handsomely. And these Mole Dwarves will take things other Dwarves will not, to make creations they...

Anton gave a glance over to his hired guard. Not wanting violence? "I did not realize I hired a pacifist monk" the elf stated as he turned back to face the front. And one with a sword? Maybe he did hire the wrong kind....but then again, Anton was sure he did get the right kind of guard. Better...

Anton continued to hum his little tune aloud. He looked rather calm, even with the possibility of an ambush. The elf was doing just fine with how high these chances were, he had one guard! He was most confident indeed. Anton paused his humming, glancing over to his single swordsman that kept...

Mole Dwarves Basic Information Alternative name(s) Unrali Origin The Spine Lifespan Longer, 200-300 Diet Onmi Subspecies ...

Anton Valarr pulled up on the reigns, getting his horse-drawn caravan to stop right he needed to be. Just outside a wide tunnel deep into the mountain. A few lanterns every ten feet ahead into the tunnel to light the way through the dark. His horse pawed at the ground, ears swiveling about and...

Anton had started taking a few steps out the door by the time Alistair had said that. The elf sighed. Of course he had no weapon...then he smirked a little bit. What a time for a witty remark, would it be. "You had best hope we don't run into trouble. Or that some magic could be used against...

Anton found this place peculiar every time he came here. Why was it so popular of a place for meetings? It was dark, murky, it stunk like dead fish mixed with sewage. Then he would remember, what guard would want to stay more than five minutes in such a place? A place that did well to cover your...

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What a rather miserable place, Anton thought to himself, looking around where he had arrived to. Sitting in the driving seat of his small yet sturdy caravan, drawn by a single well built horse. It snorted, hooves pouting at the dirt for a time when he pulled it to a stop. Hopping down, Anton...