Everyone went silent as the weapon was placed on the desk.
"That, it's beautiful." Governor Shin sighed.
"That has to hit harder than I'd smash your sister." One of the Dwarves announced, smiling at the Governor.
"You'd need two hands either way. His sister is a big ol' gal, and you've got stumpy legs." Karl agreed.
{WTF?} Ashbringer asked in a private message, but Karl just winked at him as the Dwarves began to laugh.
"Freshly made, Runes haven't even settled overnight yet. It's not a fake." The oldest of the Dwarves announced.
"Oy! That's in Dwarven." One of the emissaries declared as he examined the runes.
"Well, I am somewhat better at Dwarven poetry than any other language when the topic is the finer aspects of striking stone." Karl shrugged.
The Dwarves stared at him suspiciously, so Karl took the Governor's notepad and wrote out the Dwarven runes he had used for Overlord Othello's new blade back in the Golden Dragon Nation.
