<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/79/66/a0/7966a08a8b27fdeb5c9813d715bdb749.jpg)</div><br/>The Dwarf kept a wary eye on his surroundings as the events unfolded, he was pretty sure that little stone jest would have gotten a stronger response from the crowd, maybe one involving fire and pitchforks. Seems he still had the force necessary to motivate a troop, though he still hated doing it through fear.  As the Raven fluttered from the leaden sky to alight upon the young farm girls shoulder he was sure the familiar Astim felt earlier belonged to the girl, and that the raven be it. From the way the crowd reacted it seemed as if this girl had made about as many enemies as he had in any given town,  part of him took solace in this young girls self wrought misfortune, another part wanted to take the youngun under his wing and mold her into the person she could be. He shook his head, clearing it of the thought, he was no leader of men or dwarf anymore, he gave up that right a long time ago.<br/><br/>About ready to spur the mule on he was momentarily caught off guard when someone came up and was earnestly interested in his wares. it took but a few breaths before the dwarf realized that one of the simple fools of this village was asking him about stone like any decent farmer would do(in his mind), and the difference in attitude was apparent on the dwarfs face. The sour lines that had covered the wizened visage soon faded as the face almost relaxed in the smile lines and crinkles at the corner of his eyes.<strong>"Aye..be but a moment.."</strong>he said, he stepped down form his cart and went around to the back to throw the tarp over.<strong>"What ye be lookin' at be Dwarven stone, an none be finer than dwarven stone. Towerin strutures of stone with nae a drop of mortar.This be just a sample, orders can be left with me before I be leavin' in tha morn."</strong>he said simply, a simple pitch, he was not skilled in the nuaces of mercantile so he just stated his product and where he could be found. With that he sliped the canvas tarp back over the stone and bid the farmer a pleasant night.<br/><br/>As he lead his Mule and wagon toward the Inn and bar he could not help but smile wider at the little witches observation and the raising of her voice.<strong>"So, tha little tart has a bit o' sense to her. There be hope for ye yet."</strong>he said as he passed her. Astim launched from the perch on the wagon to land on the dwarfs shoulder, in much the same way Lenore was perched on Abigails. If the girl truly had any sense beyond hate in her head she would sure know that there was more to the dwarf then what he presented.There was time to find out as he headed towards the Ivy Star.