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he trading town of Ostern is markedly busier than the hamlet of Uli, and much more concerned with pomp and splendor than the humble home of Gertrude's stay-inn. In this way it echoes back to my home in Tier Mennis, though quite different is the human approach to ceremony.
I met this previous night what humans called a "little Dwarf." At first I was offended until I met him: He is a gnome! How callous humans are sometimes, for all their soft skin. Otto is a craftsman, and I intend to meet with him come the morrow, to inquire about some of my plans for the giant-slaying crossbow. Still I believe I am not ready to hunt the bigun, nor am I equipped to do so, but I believe with steadfast progress that soon the day may come.
Also in this town are Beold and Gild, Dwarf craftsmen who I believe may be interested in building me the implement itself. If they are amicable towards woman Dwarfs. Otto seems more likely to be friendly, so I will go to him first. Wish to join me anyways to see Beold and Gild, the others might, so I think I will save that for later.
The prince of this region, said to be getting married on Ostern, he is. Treated similarly here, the women are, and I don't know what to make of it all. But it has brought much business which makes a conspicuous lady Dwarf and her unlikely companions much less of note. And that I do not mind.
-M
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