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Alistyre blocked the flame whip with his chain sword and lashed out with the weapon, aiming for the balrog's neck. "It'll take more than that, you stupid beast." The dwarf said with a smirk. He had yet to notice the vampires or the dark lord. "Fiona, are you alright?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the balrog before them.

Alistyre dodged and his weapon simply seperated to avoid being captured by the beast "nice try." He chided the balrog "don't worry, I know what happened here hundreds of years ago to the dwarf king Durin II. Balrogs are nasty creatures." He said as he swung the chain blade and cut a horn off the beast.

Alistyre simply swatted the flames from the air and said "if you can't stand the heat, stay out of the forge." Before he cut off one of the balrog's legs. The gauntlets the dwarf was wearing were slightly scortched, but managable.

She sat at a small desk, white hair splayed over a cluttered surface of cog's, books and spare parts as her fingers twitched the small screwdriver slowly clockwise. Fredrika had never expected something as small as a pocket watch to cause such a large problem.

With a final sharp twist the screw finally locked in to place, sealing the magical core inside. A soft, rhythmic ticking filled the room and a smile broke over the young mechanics face "three hours, I must be loosing my touch Cog"

A mass of thick white fur lifted it's head from under Fredrika's desk, pink tongue swaying idly from side to side as he surveyed his master with that air of understanding silence only a dog could manage.

"We might as well drop it off then, fetch your ball" Drawing back her goggled the white haired woman pushed herself quickly away from the desk as Cog bound from under the desk, clattering around the shop with a series of deep barks. He had been waiting all day for her to finish so it was only fair.

Pocketing the watch she scooped up her ink stained recipe book and took off after her dog, old man Flowers was going to complain about the price again but there was nothing she could do about that he wanted a good job done.

The oversized fur ball reappeared, bounding next to his master and dropping a red rubber ball in to her hand. Ruffling Cog's head Fredrika drew back her arm and tossed the ball down the street, watching as he skidded across cobbles.At least this was her last job for today.

"Cog? What's...." Fredrika hit the ground with an almighty crash as the sheepdog barrelled in to her legs, attempting to hide from the creature hiding it's self if human form.

Pushing the lump of fur away form her Fredrika sat up coughing and cursing, Cog wasn't exactly small or agile, any collision with the rampaging fluff ball was bound to end up in her coming off worse.

Staggering up from the floor she marched to the end of the alleyway "come on ya' great jessy, there's nothin' to be scared off down here...". Picking up his discarded ball she rounded the corner expecting on of the bakers son's to be lurking near by "Louis! If you scared my dog again I'll shove ya' in your fathers god damn oven!"

With a twist and flick of her wrist the ball went racing off in the other direction bug Cog stayed next to his maters side, you could almost imagine his black eyes glaring at the red haired male. As if catching her dogs sudden mood swing, and not seeing him go lumbering after his ball, Fredrika turned catching site of the stranger. "..oh, hay' you lost sir? The main shoppin' district is that way..."

Wagner frowned. Food was talking to him. "The fool who makes dragon slaying weapons... where is he?" He asked with forced civility. He spoke tersely with force as if his pride was being hurt just by engaging in conversation with her. But despite his voice, he didn't appear any more then a common mercenary.

Alistyre let out a growl of frustration when his attack didn't work the way he hoped it would, but he forgot that he was using a weapon form designed to take small things away. If he had remembered that, he would have switched his weapon's form to that of a heavy ax. He was expecting a counter attack from the beast when he noticed Fiona open a portal behind the beast and attacked it to send it crashing down through the opening. Once the portal closed, he let out a sigh of relief and said "let's get to the throne room and fortify it for the durration of our stay. Perhaps we can also call for some reinforcements. Just in case we run into a bigger problem than the balrog."

"Reinforcements from where?" Fiona asked. "I didn't think dwarves still lived in these mines."

"I don't care about worthless human trinkets!" Wagner yelled. "I just want to find the b*****d forgers who..." He stopped, realizing his temper was getting away from him and people were staring. "... look, I just want to find the men who make dragon slaying weapons. That's all." He spoke with a low growl, obviously uncomfortable as he looked around. "Don't you people have anything else better to do!" He yelled at the onlookers as they jumped and began scurrying away as he turned back to the white haired woman.