Translated by A Passing Wanderer
Edited by RED
Just as he seriously began mulling this option, his gaze landed on the items the dwarves had brought along with them.
They were anvils and hammers, crafted with so much care and stained with not even a speck of dust.
'...Hmph, better than measly livestock, I guess.'
Avaldi's mood gradually thawed after seeing those things. He didn't care about other things, but even he had to admit that the products of the dwarves' blacksmithing skills were works of art in themselves.
"So, how about it? Are you feeling better after getting some sleep? Why don't you share some booze with us!" Belrog pushed a mug of booze in Avaldi's way, then while sheepishly grinning away, said something else. "After we finish our shots, why don't we dive straight to our work? Yes, let's create the greatest armament the world has ever seen, together!"