Mythran's Master Of All

Ren opened the small gate to the courtyard, after storing both his leather armor and the Dire Wolf Hoofed Cloak. The radius of Aura dropped back to just 10 feet, and Ren walked over to the building.

Got anything for me, Teepo? Ren thought.

“There's just a few people working. One dwarf is standing behind a big workbench, looking at some kind of plans. I'm going to assume he's the stonemason.”

Thanks, Teepo. Do you think I should knock?

“Nobody would hear it over all the racket, so no.”

Ren opened the front door and stepped inside. A cloud of dust enveloped him and he held his breath, stepped back outside, and took out a piece of scrap cloth to tie over his face. Ren went back in and made his way over to the large workbench, and to the 4 foot 2 inch tall dwarf that stood there.

“Sorry to bother you...” Ren had to yell over the pounding of hammers on chisels. “...but I was wondering if I could learn a few things from you.”

The dwarf shook his head. “I can't teach anything today.” He said. “I need to get this finished by tonight.” He waved at the plans. Ren leaned over and examined them, and saw that it was for an ornate fireplace, carved from stone.