The dwarf’s voice echoes off the rock walls. Ostrax turns with a smile “hello Mister Blacksmith” Taking a closer look he realizes it isn’t Trasok, and his smile fades. “Oh me sorry, Ostrax thought you was my friend Mister Blacksmith, but you not him” A concerned look comes over his face “Ostrax misses Mister Blacksmith, me should go visit”
Ostrax turns back to the rock and starts to swing his pick axe again. He swings twice then stops, turns to the dwarf with a smile and says “Me forgot to tell my name, me is Ostrax, who is you?”
