We're a fairy-dragon-thing, not a dwarf, you dolt.

The lift that has been spoken of so many times is now in sight, an enormous metal contraption that I can't even begin to understand. It's interior has a variety of seating options with straps to hold their occupants in place.

"It seems like simple pulleys, Monster. Not that hard to understand." Logic says.

Indeed, I now see where massive chains connect between the lift's frame, a secondary points, and down below; I see a massive boulder of raw metal; etched with things that glow a sickly green. Next to the loft itself was some sort of holster, the perfect shape and size to hold said boulder. The man operating the lift is a bearded, short, and muscly man-thing; his aforementioned facial hair being a jet black, covering most of his face from view.

"Ariel did mention dwarves when we were selecting fairy as part of our species." Urge reminds us.

The three guards walk onto the lift, followed by our friends, then ourself.

"Hey Grott." Says Ashes, seating herself and strapping in as she motions to us to do the same.

Rather than answering Ashes, the dwarf simply stares at me with beady eyes.

He finally speaks, his voice gruff, and surprisingly deep given his size. "The fuck is that."

I answer back with a venomous tone, insulted that he would dare speak to me like that. "A guest."

Where did that come from? I'm not usually the prideful, spiteful type of guy. I'm usually just.... dumb.

"Not anger on my end, pal." Urge concludes, the jingle of ice in a glass heard in his voice. "Might have something to do with what we are? Think back to when we were told about fae, Ariel has a whole family of them wanting to gouge his eyes out over calling one short. I'd also imagine that dragons tend to be the prideful type of horrifying **** machines."

Ooh... yikes. I hope this is the extent of our new quirks.

"Maybe we should have been a machine." Says Logic. "Far smarter, a lot less needs."

"Nah, an Orc would have been way more cool." Argues Urge.

"We're perfect"

Shut up already, they're staring at us.

"Are you alright, Monster?" Gabbie asks, strapping herself into a seat.

"I'm fine." I reply.

I'm not, I'm still not 'me', not with all this bickering in our head, and not with these new traits popping up.

I take my own seat, trying my best not to sit on my tail. The straps are a bit difficult to work with, but eventually I am fully fastened to the lift. Once everyone is tied down, Grott closes his eyes, and starts and incantation.

"Earth, be my drinking mate."

"Let's pal 'round, s'not too late."

"Have a mug, better hurry."

"Control, Metallurgy."

We quickly began to descend down into the pit that held the township of Saltmoore, and as we delved at high speeds I saw the large metal boulder rising in our stead; it's green glowing etchings now blazing like an emerald star. As we approached the end, we slowed to a delicate crawl. Finally, with a loud 'click', the guards began to disembark. Our group was following suit when Grott called out.

"Aye! Monster fella." I turn to see what he wants. "Sorry 'bout before, catch."

He flicks something at me, I can only tell that its round, shiny, and golden.

I catch it, and say. "No hard feelings, and sorry about my tone earlier."

He nods greatfully, and begins that same chant from before; flinging himself upward.

I look at what he chucked my way.

It's circular body is comprised of glorious gold, with a hole in the middle, words in a language unknown to me wrap around this central gap. Its so shiny...

"It's a coin, Monster." Says an unimportant voice in my head.

Yes! And it's something shiny for my pile!

My pile?

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. What pile? Why was I so transfixed by a simple coin!?

"Ooh... must be that dragon-half acting up." Says Urge.

Cilla shakes me slightly. "Are you alright? You're falling behind everyone."

I answer with a question, closing my fingers around my precious possession. "Cilla, are dragons known to collect... shiny things?"

"Of course. Their hordes are well known to house enough wealth to fuel an economy for centuries. More than one empire has been started due to the looting of just minor hordes of lesser dragons." She answers.

Oh no.

"Oh yes, clinky clanky shiny coins." It says.

Silence. Now. Just silence.

"Neat" Is all I respond with, attempting to catch up with the guards.

Soot had seemingly already left to 'the Inn' as he had wanted to do, leaving us with Ashes and Slag as our guides. I supposed describing them will keep Logic quiet.

Ashes is a young woman likely around the ages of Gabbie and Cilla, with tan, brown skin, and rounded facial features. Her hair was raven black; eyes, amber. Her height is around five'eight or five'nine. Her civilian clothing was a simple rugged light grey shirt, with trousers of similar material, but darker of hue. Her leather boots were clearly meant for military use; prehaps even being the same as she had worn on duty. Her figure... oh good, Urge didn't speak this time. Her figure is fit and a bit muscular; as you would suspect from someone whose line of work involves combat.

Slag is a handsome lad around Ashes age, most likely older. He shares many of Ashes features; with the exception being that his head is shaven clean. His clothing, too, is similar, sharing an exact copy of those boots; confirming to me that those are indeed the same ones they wore on duty. His height is near the same as Gabriella's, while his build is a bit bulky and muscular, with not a hint of fat on the man. Were it not for his supposed issue with girls, I could imagine half this town's ladies throwing themselves at him.

Following these two around, they show us a variety of shops, inns, trade depots, and mine entrances. The town generally seems to have imported much of its building materials for homes, businesses, and other constructs, as the wood seems to be of a different, more sturdy breed than what was used in Tomo. The general architectural design of the constructs seemed to be focused around optimal use of resources, with little to no extravagant additions or decorum; simply functional, sturdy, and spacious buildings.

Rounding out the tour were two locations that interested the voices in my head. First, the library; which according to our guides, had once been a simple record holder when the town was once simply a dwarven stone quarry. Second, the previously mentioned inn, which echoed with the sounds of men and women clanking about bottles and mugs containing various liquids of an alcoholic nature.

"I think it's time to settle in for the night. I'll pay for some rooms at the inn." Cilla says, pulling a pouch that had the tell-tale jingle of coins; drawing my eyes towards it instinctually.

Slag made hurried signs over at Ashes, causing her to sigh and say. "You damn angel... If you folks don't mind, we have spare rooms at our house. Our Pop loves meeting newcomers."

Oh, they're siblings. Makes sense, as they seem to be the only dark skinned humans in the town.

Sadly, Cilla puts her lovely coin purse away. "Oh! That would be perfect, thank you so much."

We follow the brother and sister towards their abode, the sounds of a hammer meeting hot metal coming closer with each step.