"What bladesmithing competition?"
Bane stroked his beard, not quite understanding why Zog would suddenly bring this up.
"I'm here to talk about the Dwarf King skin."
"Just a skin? That's easy. If you want it, I can just send it straight to your account," Zog said casually.
"No, that won't do. Sending it to me is no good. I have to be the one to pull it. If it's a gift, or if I buy it, or if someone else pulls it for me—that's not the same as me pulling it myself."
Bane said, his face completely serious.
Zog almost lost his composure. This Bane Furnace looked so big and burly, so why was he suddenly spouting such coy nonsense?
'Does a pretty boy's soul lie hidden beneath those sturdy, powerful arms?'
"But what's the difference between me sending it to you and you pulling it yourself?" Zog asked, completely baffled.
"The difference is huge!" Bane was suddenly fired up. "I'm the number one Dwarf Artisan! Can I let myself be known for having bad luck?"
