‘I snuck into Crez’s forge to inspect some of the goods he was shipping out.
Nothing suspicious to be found, refined ores and well crafted ingots. Some standard issue weaponry to be shipped off to the army. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Except, one could swear just by looking at the work that this was dwarven steel, what could that mean about this strange smith…
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Unfortunately I’m a better sleuther than a stealther. The lad caught me in his crates, and I had to think quickly. I shoved my fingers in his hole before he could ask any questions and he didn’t seem to care if I had any other motives here other than to pound his slutty hole. I’ll have to dedicate more time to this investigation.’