Jim was hit by another Storm Hammer that came flying from the direction of the inn, the Dwarf shaking his head as he returned to his post. Jim stood up and glared at the Dwarf. "Why are you hitting me with those?"<span style="color: Navy">"Ye both look like men, but yer gold armor is distracting."</span>Jim shook his head and sighed. "Don't even bother Brit, leave him alone." He headed off towards the cannoneers as directed. The druids gave Britomart a thankful smile and went back to their business as the Gnomes looked up at Britomart.<span style="color: SeaGreen">"Yes sir, we'll get right on it!"</span>They gave her almost comical salutes before quickly getting to work, the Blacksmith frowning as she looked over the schematics.<span style="color: Red">"Are ye daft, lass? They'll take ages to build from raw material. Whatever, we'll get on it."</span>The third Gnome looked at the schematics he was handed and frowned.<span style="color: Purple"> "Zhese are terribly designed! Zhat kind of imbecile vould use zhese kinds of thinkz in a time of war when time is of zhe essence!? No, ever? Who vould EVER use zhese? No, I will build your land mines, but I will be building proper ones!"</span>He threw the schematics back at Britomart and turned to work.<span style="color: Purple">"Not even a filzy Goblin would..."</span>The Black Smith looked at the three Gnomes and sighed.<span style="color: Red">"Ya know, I'm really hatin' you for bringing these three back over here. Them flouncy Elves were finally bein' useful, who tha' hell are you anyways? Walkin' in here actin' all high an mighty? Actin' like a man, soundin' like a firm woman... are ye one of them pretty boys? I might have room in me bunk tonight if so."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>