<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/79/66/a0/7966a08a8b27fdeb5c9813d715bdb749.jpg)</div>Watching the interactions in this town was certainly an entertaining way to past the town, so much hate and superstition in this small little hamlet he could have built a statue in it honor if the fools would let him put one ounce of stone on their land. The tickling at the back of his mind let him know that Astim had found another creature that was much more than it seemed, one born from magic like he was. That alone sparked a small curiosity in the dwarf and as the rabble went about posturing and making bold faces at each other he idly scanned the crowd to see if anyone stood out beside the three of them there.Still he found it quite amusing that all this talk and not a one had spoken directly to him, oh they have spoken about him, about his culture, and around him but not a single person had the balls to speak to him directly.To tell you the truth it was downright insulting to be ignored as such, he constantly had to remind himself that even the elder of this town was probably younger than him. Humans, such short lives and so full of potential but not enough time to ever find it without drastic measures.<br/><br/><em>"Astim, ye best be comin' down ta tha cart now."</em>he said to his fine feathered friend, one of the benefits of being connected to such a beautiful creature, that and being able to watch his own back on the road. As the young Abigal stepped up to confront the Tall woman(one of the fine things about being a Dwarf, put him at the right height for them) he had just about enough of this towns less then helpful attitude. Perhaps it was time he greeted himself properly as well and take this chance to leave a lasting impression on such a simple folk. Astim swooped down to land on the perch located just behind the dwarfs head, a sight that was probably strange enough to crane a few necks in his direction.<br/><br/><strong>"Probably about as much as ye know about keeping yer legs together, small town like this."</strong>he may be a good guy, does not mean he can't be an asshole from time to time.<strong>"Since nae a one of ye be willin' ta speak with me directly, I be addressin' ya now."</strong>he stood up and pulled the covering off the wagon behind him, smack dab in the cart was about 50 lbs of his prized work, marble, granite, quartz, even sandstone(shoddy stone, but the humans loved it) and a large very sturdy wooden chest.<strong>"Now, I be an artisan lookin' ta ply me services. Dinnae know ya backwards folk were queer on stone, so I find me self in a bind. Room and board for a fair bit o' silver be all I need fer tha Noche. Let me purchase that swill ye humans call ale and I promise not ta leave a piller of me best work in tha center of town."</strong>He threw the thick hemp tarp back over the stone and sat back down on the bench.<br/><br/><strong>"Now, concernin' this little spirit problem of yers, Grant me Room and Board and a hot meal, and I be seein' what help I can lend ta these fine folk here."</strong>he said motioning to the lot beside him.<strong>"If nae, best nae be expectin' me ta do anythin' fer ya that ya wou' nae do fer me."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: isengrad rolled: 2d20, keeping 1 dice, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: Intimidate<br/>Result: 6, 13, <br/>Total: 15</div></div>