*After reaching the gates of the mountainside city of Dhag Faldir with the aid of Tamiko, You and Allara part ways with Tamiko.* "I hope again we cross paths, Eklamar. You too, little elf. Shanare village is always open for the both of you." Tamiko says to you both, a somber expression playing on her face. *You and Allara say your goodbyes and head through the stone gates of Dhag Faldir. The city is expansive and surprisingly warm for being in the mountains. The dwarves outside the bar yell out as you pass by, but you pay them no mind. As you reach the center of the city, you see a dwarven man standing behind a stall, weapons and armor decorating every inch.* "Aye lad! Not every day I get a customer that ain't a dwarf! Ohhhhh, and who's this? An elf girl? Here in Dhag Faldir? What's the occasion? No matter, These here wares were crafted by the master blacksmith Ariell. Anythin' tickle yer fancy?" *The dwarf leans in* "Perhaps a new dagger fer yer lady friend there?" He says, apparently noticing the dagger on her thigh. *Allara chuckles and bends forward to be at eye level with the dwarf.* "And why would I need a new dagger, hmmm? Do you not think mine is sufficient? I'd say it's at least average..." The dwarf gets choked up and stumbles over his words. "N-No ma'am that is not it at all. I... I just.." His train of thought leaving the station from the obvious distraction leaning in front of him. *Allara straightens back up and turns to you.* "He must not understand my humor, I think I scared him..." *You point to her cleavage, holding back laughter. She looks down, and realization dawns upon her.* "Ohhhhh, Right." *Allara turns back around to face the dwarven merchant and now puts on the full act, leaning over and giving a better view this time, dropping her voice to a husky tone.* "So, you said these we're made by a master blacksmith, right? Well, perhaps we could get to know the creator of these fine..." "Oi! Are these folks harrassin' ye, Magnus?" A small dwarven woman says, carrying a large sword twice her size, before resting it against the front of the stall. "Ahh not at all, Ariell! I was just showing them tits. THIS! I mean THIS!" Magnus says, frantically pointing at the dagger on the stall. "Oh Magnus, you hopeless dobber! Sorry 'bout him. Wee bit of a Bampot he is. Been a long while since I seen an elf in Dhag Faldir. My name is Ariell, the maker of these fine wares. What brings you two folks to these parts?"