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Events of the 20th of Sandstone
"So you're done?" asked Ironblood, finally getting to the workshops that cluttered the tomb level.
"I'm done." said Libash in a relief. She'd been working for several days on one of those now common projects.

"A malachite table, if I'm not mistaken." noted Ironblood, running his hand over it.
"I put an image of a dwarf striking down a goblin in the center!"
"Yes, Libash, I see that. Also the image of dwarves... just being generically dwarven."
"Yes, sir! And the image of a mule... for some reason. It's in silver though!"
"Well, Libash, I value it at around 50400 crowns. Quite respectable. What have you named it?"
"Libash Swordbodice, sir!"
"Yes, but that's your name, Libash. What did you name the table?"
"I named it Libash Swordbodice..."
"Libash... Libash that's your name."
"Yes sir."
"You don't think that's a little... uh... egotistical?" asked Ironblood, tactfully.
"No sir!" replied Libash, cheerily.
"So you have no problem with somebody, say... BurnedToast for instance, pulling up a chair to Libash Swordbodice, and proceeding to 'have dinner', as the youngun's call it these days?" queried Ironblood, with less tact.
"Uh... should I?" asked Libash, doubtfully.
"Apparently not, Libash. Please see it goes some place nice. Possibly not the drinking hall. Wouldn't do for drunk dwarves to end up laying passed out on Libash Swordbodice."
"Er... thank you sir."

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