The dwarf walked over to the table after acknowledging Rith’s shout from across the room. “Aye. Meh name’s Rith Crosis-Treva of teh Darigaaz lin’. ‘Nde’d yer cor’ct ‘bout meh smithin’ as I ‘ave meh own back in teh moun'ins.”
Rith looked around the room for a moment and ordered another drink for himself.
“Sah, wha’ brin’s yah ‘ere,a n’ ‘at one’s yah came in with, wha’ was wrong wit ‘er? She didn’ seem tah be in teh best o’ condit’ns, like yah foun’ ‘er in teh woods ‘er som’thin, uhhh, Mac was it?”
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Translations:
“Aye. My name’s Rith Crosis-Treva of the Darigaaz line. Indeed you’re correct about my smithing, as I have my own back in the mountains.”
“So, what brings you here, and the one you came in with, what was wrong with her? She didn’t seem to be in the best of conditions, like you found her in the woods or something, uhmm, Mac was it?”