"Respected, er, I don't know what you're called, but since you call yourself Zog, I'll call you Zog too."
Zog's eyelid twitched. 'Zog, huh? Why does that sound so weird?'
"Guess who I am? The best craftsman of the Dwarves, the excellent Bane Furnace!"
'Wow, I totally didn't see that coming.'
'Looks like the masters of this world are all a bit narcissistic. Still, he's better than that old coot Soron. At least he doesn't call himself "the Great."'
"I don't know all that… you know, that stuff that's hard to write and hard to read, the gibberish the Sharp Ears like to use…"
A line of text was crossed out.
"Sorry, wrote it wrong. I was actually trying to show off with some fancy words. I asked the great elder, but I couldn't remember them when I got back. Why can the Sharp Ears do it and I can't?"
'Seriously? Are you just padding the word count in a letter?'
