Lotus rolled her eyes, but the argument started within seconds.
"Now, I'm standing closest, so I'm next in line. Just accept defeat and walk away." An Overlord Ranked Dwarf who had the {Master Blacksmith} tag under his name announced.
"Your brain's as janky as your work if you think that you're walking away with that bracer." One of the other smiths declared.
*Thwack*
The sound of fist hitting face made it clear how the Dwarf felt about having the quality of his work questioned. But another smith immediately stepped up to the counter.
"As they're busy, I'll take that bracer off your hands. I've got materials to trade. Totem Ranked." He offered.
"You greasy son of a Gnome, don't you go sweet-talking the Demon while we're still settling an insult." The first Dwarf insisted.
"Your mother's a Gnome, now beat it. I'm shopping."
