Safely arrived at her destination (no big miracle in itself, granted, but at least she didn't get lost – still having the feel of a place she hasn't been to in a while is always a pleasing realization!), Ringel sticks a politely curious, green head through the door to look around. Master Morlin? Morlin Coalhewer, apparently. Is that a Dwergar name? It's probabbly a Dwergar name. Ringel's not sure she's ever really met a Dwergar, but the armed shaft supervisor up in Red Rock said the Coalhewer's round there are all Dwergar. Now, does that mean that Morlin's going to be the gruff sort? Dwergar are also said to be the gruff sort. But then, Ogres are said to eat babies, and she's never eaten a baby before. Nor does she intend to do that, ew. May I have a word? Or two? she goes on, her voice treading the fine line between "not loud enough to be heard properly through the forge-noise" and "loud enough to be possibly rude". Hopefully Morlin really isn't the gruff sort.

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