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Finian clattered down the stairs and saw that the dwarf was talking to Ĉdhral, wiping the ale foam from his beard as he did so. As Finian drew closer he heard the dwarf say,
"Wait. If you can't stay with me, maybe I'll stay with you. If a great cook, and server! Actually, the reason I'm here is because I wanted to help out. Do anything I can. I can cook, clean, serve, cook."
"Whoever would have thought it?" Finian said jovially, winking first at the dwarf and then at Ĉdhral. "A dwarf wishing to cook!"
The dwarf smiled as sheepishly as he could and gulped down a sip of ale.
Finian looked at the dwarf, considerring. The already had a cook, but she was a grouchy creature and would hopefully not mind a bit of help in the kitchen. "All right then, Master Dwarf," Finian said. "You can help in the kitchen but you must also be prepared to do odd jobs and help Rochadan with the stables and things of that sort. Deal?"
He held out his hand for the dwarf to shake.
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