The dwarf realized Mr. McDonald didn't care about his height, since the dwarf had stopped growing in height nearly an entire century ago, and simply wanted to be on his good side, "Oy, Mr. McDonald, ye've grown yerself" the dwarf laughed while pointing at the the rich man's belly which may have gotten bigger since the two have last seen one another. Mr. McDonald, not wanted to sour the meeting between the two, bit the bullet and let the joke go although it did annoy him.
"Yes, well that aside, I called you here to ask you to head back into the Dawncliff mine and search the lower level of area you spotted for me last time" the pudgy man had then lit a cigar and leaned back in his chair; then eyed the two ravens that sat perched on the dwarf's golden shoulder guards, "Are the birds, necessary?"
"Lower level? If ye workers found a lower level, why send me to scout it instead of yer workers?" The dwarf was suspicious of the request. Even though he normally wasn't quite observant in social interactions, he knew of the costly need of having more than needed workers during mining operations, and even for a pump rich man, having an extra person on the payroll wasn't needed not unless there was some trouble that needed a specialist, "And the birds are my seeing-eye birds".
Mr. McDonald looked at the ravens again, then back at Brone, specifically into his eyes. For a moment the rich man wondered if the dwarf was serious, but noticing that they had locked eyes ever since they first met and the lack of characteristics that were obvious to a blindman, he knew the dwarf was lying, but dismissed the side conversation, "My men had spotted a lower level that is a series of interlocking tunnels and chambers, however their sense of direction isn't superb and I'm requesting for that area to be mapped out and secured before my team can advance any further." The rich man then took a long drag from his cigar before blowing out a long stream of smoke that nearly filled the room that was his study.
"Fine" Is all Brone said before he turned around and headed out the door.
"He lies" Huginn spoke into the dwarf's ear as the dwarf reached the front of the estate where his tempest wolf, Geri, was.
"I'm not surprised there, but I want to know what is he keeping from me, so Huginn, stay here and listen in on him and if he mentions anything I need to know, find me" Brone said as he mounted the wolf. As the dwarf took off with the speed of the wolve beneath him, Huginn bid a temporary farewell to his partner Muninn and flew off to perch upon the windowsill of the rich man's room.
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