Skaf Copperstone  

Additional Info Location Copperstone's River Crossing Affiliations Order / Dwarfs Species
Noteworthy Person

Norn Grindolsson had heard this point-of-view before. Not only from his apprentice but also from the rest of the Engineers' guild back in Karaz-a-Karak. He countered, "An' look where it's gotten us! The greenskins keep pushin' us deeper and deeper under the ground, away from the rest of the world. We're Dwarfs! We're all that's left of the greatest civilization this world will ever see, and yet we cower in caves like rats while the younger races run roughshod over the remnants of our kingdom!"

Dundin was stunned. He'd never heard his master speak like this before. "How can you say that? We're producing new things every day! Have you seen the newest crop of Gyrocopters?"

"Rubbish," Norn Grindolsson said dismissively. "The future's in mass production! Not in the cobblin' together of yer own personal flyin' machine! That's what we should be doin'!"

Skaf Copperstone had witnessed this argument before. The clashes were occurring with more frequency now that the Dwarfs were making headway into the Badlands. He needed to defuse the argument, and fast.

"C'mon, lads. Let's have us a drink before this gets nasty. I need the both of you to make nice long enough to help me drive the greenskins outta the Badlands," said Skaf. "Then you can go back to Karaz-a-Karak and pummel each other with spanners for all I care. I'm too old to be dealin' with this."

Suitably chastised, the Engineers went back to work.