Alden twitched, the sarcastic laughter of the blacksmith grating on his nerves.
He wanted to give Elder Grimnar a piece of his mind, but that was foolish for more than one reason. The dwarf was a Master, but also held an advantage as the only one with enough skill and knowledge to craft the high-quality weapon Alden sought.
Getting on the bad side of such an individual would be akin to stabbing himself in the foot - painful and incredibly stupid.
So, all Alden could do was swallow his anger and annoyance, remain as calm as he could, and suppress the growing urge to lash out at the honorary Elder. Once Elder Grimnar finished, snorting loudly a couple of times for extra measure, the decrepit crafter shifted and craned his neck upward, facing him.
"You're too tall! Do you want me to break my neck looking at you?!! FETCH ME A STOOL!"
