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[Akroma]

"Eh, I guess a smelter wouldn't know."

[Projeck37]

"Thank you, sir."
Isaac follows.

[PrivateNomad]

He glares at Icarus.
 "Oi', you shut up. I run all the forges in this damned Mountainhome, and I don't need some construct to belittle me. Ask anyone in here, and they'll have no idea what you're talking about."
He grumbles and continues to tread, rounding corners and all of that. Isaac and Icarus pass many places like the dining hall, filled with a huge population of dwarves, and the militia's training room.

[Akroma]

Icarus just follows, no point in argueing with the guy as long as they still want something

[PrivateNomad]

Eventually they reach a very large stone gate, plated with gold with intricate designs.
 "Help me with this."
He begins to push against the door, motioning for them to help.

[Akroma]

"What you guys build huge metal doors, but no mechanism to move them? Holy mother of forethought.."

Icarus pushes the god damned door

[Projeck37]

A projection appears and pushes against the door.

[PrivateNomad]

 "We do have one, but the damn thing's broken, and our mechanics are busy."
The door opens, revealing a colossal hall adorned with the decorations of royalty such as a red carpet. Way at the end of the hall, the figure of a dwarf wearing a crown is seen talking to another dwarf.

[Akroma]

"Morning majesty."

[PrivateNomad]

"Morning majesty."

He's at the way end of the hall. It's REALLY long, and lining the walls are guards adorned in radiant armor.

[Projeck37]

"Understandable."
The projection dissipates.
"Our alcohol reserves are running low, and proving to be a continued problem. Our farms are just not producing fast enough to keep up with the speed of our breweries, m'lord. We must address this soon, or risk riots."
The dwarf wears intricate and radiant armor, indicating he was of the king's personal guard. On his back, a glowing, adamantine hammer.

[Akroma]

"Have you considered cooking the wine into food?"

Icarus just walks up there.

[PrivateNomad]

The King thins for a moment, looking at the armored dwarf with a nod.

   "Aye..." he says in a voice filled with wisdom and age, scratching at his black beard,"Order the construction of new farmland. Next season have the planters grow plu-"
The King stops as Icarus speaks. He turns and looks down at her, sitting in his royal throne adorned with adamantine and gold.

"...I... what? How dare you interrupt me?"

The dwarf is tall for a dwarf, and has a black beard. His eyes are a golden color, fitting with his intricate crown and purple-gold cape.

[Projeck37]

The guard stares at Icarus.
"How dare you interrupt his majesty, King Albus Naugladur III!"

[Akroma]

"Excuse me, but we were lead into the throne room by a smelter who just kinda pushed the door open. I extrapolated this behaviour unto the entire set of etiquette standards."

((also Icarus didn't intend to interrupt him, you just kinda randomly decided that. Both of the dwarves can fuck off))