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*" Want to fly? Try a Skate Rug, A Hunter Product."

Yup, Tims at it again.*

"Master Hunter!" calls Gimli, who is not quite up to the sign's standard of English yet. "There you are. I've been looking for you."

*Tim glances up with a smile.*

Ah? Well, you have found me indeed.

"Very good," says the dwarf as he approaches the table. "I've finished with that staff of yours. It's ready for you to test when you've the time and inclination."

*Tim folds up his sign and dusts himself off.*

Hows now for you?

"I wasn't doing anything else, so it's as fair a time as any."

*He nods.*

Lead the way master smith.

Gimli does so, heading out to the forge. Inside the stone walls, the place is hellaciously hot. Small surprise, given the fires are but briefly banked.

"Here," he says, picking up a long, iron staff clawed at one hand. "Did what I could with the design, for all that it's something of an unusual request."

*Tim picks up the staff, slightly awkwardly. He doesn't have the strength he normally would eb able to use.*

Beautiful. Thank you, very much. Only one thing to test.

*He reaches into a pocket, then places something in the open center of the claw. Carefully, he presses down, crushing the yellow pill, then removes his hand quickly. Almost immediately the staff is wreathed in sheaves of electricity, sparking along its entire length. Tims face lights up as he watches.*

Beautiful. How much do I owe you?

Gimli jumps a little at the sparking, swearing under his breath in Quenya. "Dare I ask what that was?"

He rubs at his nose, thinking, and names a price. "Silver or copper, for preference, though I wouldn't say no to that value in other metals."

That was magic. I'm a bit of a wizard.

*He strokes his chin.*

All right. you need cash payment, or do you want me to put it straight on your tab?

"Either will do," Gimli says. "I've no call to be picky, hereabouts."

*He reaches into a pocket, the pulls out a simple cloth bag.*

Silver, right? This should do it.

*And he offers the bag.*

Gimli accepts the bag, opening it to finger a bit of the metal inside. "This will do quite nicely," he says. "My thanks, Hunter."

*Tim bows.*

No, I thank you. This will be quite useful.

*He winks, and is off.*

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