Bork pulled Greg aside a few minutes later, while the Brotherhood got ready for what was coming.
He was quiet for a while, which was out of character for him. Bork usually filled the silence with complaints about how loud things were or how hot the forge was.
But now he just stood there, nervously fiddling with his headphones... it felt weird for Greg.
"Hey, boss... How are you doing?"
Greg smiled through his tiredness. "Almost there probably..."
"Good." Bork paused and looked at the headphones he was holding. "I couldn't even be in the same room as a blacksmith when I met you."
"I spent five years getting kicked out of every dwarven settlement because of my hammering allergy..." Bork giggled. "They called me broken, useless, and a disgrace to the Ironbottom name."
"I remember."
Bork went on, "You fixed that in one afternoon."
"You didn't treat me like a broken dwarf... you just made the thing that helped."
