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"Can I help?"

Master Krollos looked down. From Arkav’s perspective, he was a tower of blue, shiny with sweat as he pumped the bellows.

"Too small," the smith grunted, tail gently sweeping Ark aside as Krollos clopped back to the anvil.


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Arkav tried not to talk often at work. For one thing, Master Krollos had drilled into him focus and silence when at the anvil. All attention must be on the metal and crystal, not on “needless chatter.”

The other reason, of course, was his stutter. It was just difficult to get ideas across, or even just work with others. He was already non-dwarven, and refused to drink alcohol on top of that, so the stuttering only helped make him a target for the younger smiths’ teasing.