Thinking of this, Snorri started to dress up again, following the same old rules, putting on a fake beard and a hood and cloak. For a relatively conservative race like dwarves, disguise is still a new thing.
Snooker once again went to the bar, the message center for male dwarves. This time he still played the role of a foreign businessman, but his purpose changed to exploring possible business opportunities at the next stop.
Snorri came all the way to the door of the Warrior Bar, the largest bar in Karak-Azgraz. In dwarf cities, the largest bars generally have more or less official backgrounds and are run by the lord's own family or his closest vassals. Therefore, both the quality of the drinks and the personal safety of customers are better. Guaranteed.
Pushing open the two half-waisted doors, Snorri instantly felt the fiery atmosphere of the tavern. Large fancy candles hung on the raised roof, and the soft candlelight illuminated the entire hall.
Every table has been crowded with the clan members, from the long-bearded elders to the mustaches, gathering at the table to relieve the fatigue caused by a hard day's work with hearty drinks and delicious food.
Snorri knew that the business of the tavern was so booming these days due to the arrival of the motorcade. He saw many businessmen who had come along the way and were hanging around here.
Some of them were sitting at a table by themselves, exchanging their experiences of the day's business and sharing business intelligence, while others, probably like him, had infiltrated the local dwarves to look for business opportunities.
Smelling the aroma of wine and barbecue that filled the room, even though he had already had dinner, the glutton in Snorri's belly was still aroused. Who wouldn’t agree that the food in a pub has a different flavor compared to that in a canteen?
"Hey! Move over, guys!" Snorri was afraid of being exposed, so he didn't push toward the independent table, but pulled out a seat in front of the bar.
"What do you want to have? My friend. Thanks to Master Snorri, the goddess's choice, today we have a new bottle of Bergman's wine! This kind of good stuff can only be drunk at this time every year!"
Seeing the arrival of the new customer, the bartender, who was even tall and round by dwarf standards, said hello to Snorri while wiping the beer glass with a wet rag.
"Hey! That's really good! Give me a glass of Bergmann No. 7, and then, um, another sausage platter!" Snorri thought for a while and ordered a meat dish. He had nothing to drink with. Not a pleasant experience.
"A sausage platter!" the bartender shouted to the kitchen in his loud voice.
"You don't know who I am, but this is the right dish. Our Warrior Bar spent a lot of money to hire a halfling chef, and the food he cooks is famous throughout the Gray Mountains!" The bartender in front of him can also be said to be famous. Having known a lot of people, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Snorri.
Bergman's wines are already valuable, and their price has increased dramatically after being transported from the World's Edge Mountains to the middle of the Gray Mountains.
The bartender just casually mentioned that according to his experience, the peak consumption of that stuff is during the New Year. Now is not the time for the holidays, and the dwarves who can afford this fine wine on a daily basis are undoubtedly financially strong.
"Hahaha! Yes, yes, I am indeed not a local dwarf. I come from Karak-Hearn." The bartender's proactive conversation was exactly what Snorri wanted, but he casually reported false information, which the bartender didn't agree with. Not impressed.
"I think so! Your financial resources and conversational skills are not comparable to those plain dwarfs who hang out with skinny people!" the bartender praised.
Snorri was slightly startled. When a dwarf said an insulting word like "dwarf", it meant that the conflict between the "imperial dwarves" and the "Karak dwarves" here had intensified. Of course, this also meant that he The population migration policy will achieve better results.
After winning the Battle of Blackfire Pass and making the "Great Covenant", the first Emperor Sigmar invited the dwarves to come out of the mountains and settle with his people.
Because he sought the help of the dwarves to build cities and towns. Many dwarves answered this call, and their descendants remain loyal citizens of the Empire to this day.
In the following two thousand years, with the decline of the mountain kingdom, many dwarf fortresses, large and small settlements and mining sites have fallen one by one.
This forced some dwarf clans to walk out of the mountains and go to the kingdom of humans. They were attracted by the high remuneration offered by humans and were willing to dedicate their unique and superb skills as dwarves to this salary.
Superficially, these dwarves living in the human world are very similar in appearance and behavior to their mountain-dwelling relatives, the Kharak dwarves, but they differ greatly in many subtle ways.
Many dwarves living in the mountains believe that the long-term connection between their compatriots and humans has reduced the reputation and tradition of the dwarves. In contrast, in the opinion of the imperial dwarves themselves, their compatriots living in the mountains in the dwarf kingdom are too conservative and short-sighted. .
Despite this, most mountain dwarves are still willing to accept their compatriots when they are in danger, and the plains dwarves are also willing to contribute to the revival of their homeland in the mountain kingdom.
Snorri coughed twice to get over the conversation. As far as he knew, compared to the tribesmen of the World's Edge Mountains, the tribesmen of the Black, Gray and Dome Mountains were relatively more open-minded.
The current situation may be because the bartenders have been robbed of a lot of business. After all, the foreign tribesmen do not have a fixed industry here, so it is very reasonable to engage in the service industry and open a pub and restaurant.
"Seller, I haven't walked this trade route for many years. I have been running north some time ago. Compared with it, it is warmer here! Karak Kaderin walked further north to Kislev. The wind The snow is so freezing!" Snorri started a new topic.
"Yes, there are quite a few adventurers from Kislev who come to us to make a living! Don't tell me, they really have an appetite for us!"
"Karak Zfulin, how will the weather be at the end of the year? If it's too cold, my old cold legs will have to buy something to keep warm in advance!" Snorri brought the topic back to Breeze Castle.
"Hey! Over there, as the name suggests, Breeze Castle!" The bartender pushed a glass of golden wine full of bubbles in front of Snorri.
"The climate is quite warm! In winter, the hot and humid sea breeze from the vast ocean makes it impossible to see snow in the northern section of the Gray Mountains!" the bartender said with a smile.
"That's really good. I heard that Master Snorri has a secret mission this time. Do you know?" Snorri decisively threw himself out to close the relationship.
Thanks to Tibetan Sea Territory for the monthly pass, Chi reward, and Marshal Scudder the monthly pass.
