The dwarf Fewakor is strange. He smells of drink and dank, and voluntarily spends his life underground, far away from the sea and sky. He speaks in an odd way, often choosing several words when one will suffice. I have no reason to trust him, but his muscles add evidence to his claim that he is a craftsman. If it wasn’t for that, I don’t think I would swear to help this creature.
Fura agreed to help drive away the beast in Fewakor’s workshop in hopes that it would benefit the town, though I know there’s glory in slaying strange beasts, so perhaps she’s hoping to impress her father. Either way, Fura’s glory will increase, and I will be there with her. Fewakor has sworn to craft me tools for my workshop as part of his bargain, but provided no evidence of the quality of his work. Legends claim that dwarves make the best weapons and tools, so now I’m putting my trust in those claims. If these tools are as spectacular as promised, then I will be that much closer to raising a longship in Fura’s honor, though I’ve promised the dwarf that I will name the craft after him. Hmm, I’m not sure if that’s a promise I can keep.
For now, we have agreed to slay this beast that has taken up residence in Fewakor’s workshop. Shit, I just realized that means I have to go underground. Perhaps I don’t need these tools after all. I mean, I’ve constructed many ships using just our traditional, human-made tools, right? Why have I agreed to do this?!