<span style="color: Red">"Nae, Lass, I'm tellin' ye we only have raw unsmelted metal. Ol' Coldhammer over there is only in charge of the soldiers, he ain't good fer much these days."</span>The Gnome looked back at Britomart and folded his arms.<span style="color: Purple"> "I am zhe lead engineer in zhis camp, you nincompoop! I may not have zhe experience punching corpses but if zhose schematics were anything to go by I am a far better engineer zhan your pink ass will ever be! I build guns, mortars, I TURN IDIOTS LIKE YOU INTO CHICKENS FOR THE TROOPS, I DON'T BUILD SHITTY, LOW QUALITY, FILZY GOBLIN MINES ZHAT WILL EXPLODE BEFORE ZHEY ARE FINISHED! Go now, join zhem Elves and make yerself useful, zhere may be some soldiers who need zheir dicks sucked for 'morale'."</span>He slapped Britomart and returned to his work, still muttering about idiots and goblins. The Blacksmith let out a barely audible disappointed sigh and nodded.<span style="color: Purple">"Look Lass, yer rank means very little to us here, we ain't soldiers, and we're aren't here because we want to either. That big-chinned prick forced everyone ye see here to work, only a handful of the soldiers want ta' be here."</span>She looked over at Jim who was talking to several soldiers.<span style="color: Red"> "He looks prettier than ye do, Lass. But he's not startin' fights everywhere he goes so maybe I'll bug 'im later. Yeah, yeah, I'll get the cases for them mortars done within the hour. Have fun with those two, all they've done since they showed up is gathered herbs and fucked the wildlife."</span>The Blacksmith shook her head and started to get to work.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>