Next came the guild building, since dwarves were expert builders of which only the prestigious could afford. Staxius headed into the same dwarven mines from whence Skokdrag was made an acquaintance.
"Ay majesty," the short but muscle man, who at the time worked on the giant forge, stopped and greeted.
"Sorry to barge in without invitation,"
"No need for apology, tis all good, yer grace," a bit inappropriate for not letting him finish.
"I need a form of expert opinion about opening a guild building," he decided to let go of the little mishap. More pressuring matters were at hand.
"Oh, guild building," he called for five more miners, "-that job has already been settled by queen Shanna a few months ago. She said that a headquarters for the new guild master might come in handy very soon."