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The scent of stone dust on the air catches Naraht's attention as the dwarf enters. Maybe he should put off breakfast...

"Good morning, Mr. Gimli!" he calls. "How goes work on your forge?"

Gimli sets the tools aside at the sound of a familiar voice. "Well enough, lad, well enough- though it's slow going with only one to quarry the stone, as I expect you might imagine. HOw are things with you?"

"By all means allow me me assist you," Naraht says brightly. "I've not had breakfast yet, after all. And that rock dust around you smells quite appetizing."

"Things are going quite well for myself." He holds up the Rubic's cube. "Finally figured solved this little puzzle. I'm going to try again for speed sometime tonight."

Gimli nods, sneezing twice- small surprise, with so much rock-dust about. "I'd welcome the assistance, to be certain," he says. "There's a few completed blocks already, for size and shape- over there." He's been putting the cart that carried the anvil out of the Bar to good use, because there's no way one Dwarf could have carried either of those blocks that far without dropping it or doing other things that'd leave more of a mark on the local ground.

The cube gets a peculiar look. "And what might that thing be?" Gimli inquires. "Never seen one of those before."

Naraht glances over at the block, sounding out their dimensions. "No problem. I'll just head over to your quarry and get to work. How many do you need?" He snorts in amusement. "Not that I don't think I'll be full LONG before I shape as many as you'll wind up needing, but..."

He turns the Rubic's cube over. "A puzzle a friend gave me. I...well, needed a distraction a while ago and he suggested this." He randomizes the sides with a few twists of his fringes. "The object is to move it so that each side is all one color...or texture in my case. I don't see quite the way humanoids do."

Gimli gives a number. "I shouldn't worry about that, though. Anything more than what I've got now is an improvement, to be sure. I fear I've yet to find any of those crystals you mentioned, though."

The cube is examined thoughtfully from a distance as Gimli pulls at his beard. "Interesting piece of craftsmanship," he murmurs. "Things do seem to have more moving parts about this place."

"Don't worry about it," Naraht says. "At the very least, I'm getting good meals out of this."

He chuckles as he tosses the cube in the air and catches it. "They certainly do. You should see the engine room of my ship. Well, I'll go get to work. See you when you're done."

With a jaunty wave of his fringe, he heads out for a constructive breakfast (literally).

Gimli nods, taking his time about his own breakfast and considering that moving cube thing for a bit. It's not until halfway through what's left of the eggs that something strikes him; when he goes outside to find the Horta, his first question (once that's an option again) is, "Engine room, you said. What, like siege engines? Or something else again?"

Naraht by this time has gotten about twenty blocks ready. It could have been more but he's feeling a little OCD about getting them just right this morning.

"What? Oh, no. Definately something else again."

He finishes the block he is currently working on. Time for a break to let things settle, anyway. "Hmmmm...how best to describe. I take it your society hasn't yet developed rocket or even internal combustion technology."