The moment she entered Yorik’s tent, the Dwarf was on her. He questioned how large she was planning to be for the upcoming battle, re-measured her frame and took into account her new tattoo. He had already drawn up several prints, and was quick to sort through them, pulling the pieces that would be suited her. The woman could only watch his craftsmanship in awe. Heart would be lying if she said she didn’t love watching the Dwarf work.
“I honestly don’t know what to do with you.” Yorik muttered, not even looking up from his patterns.
“What do you mean?” The woman asked, admiring his work around the tent. She had no doubt he was exhausted from the non-stop orders he was fulfilling.
“I have known you a long time, and have gotten accustomed to your habits. Now though, you seem to be consta
