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It bothered him, his work always being called genuine.That was a word used to describe something unbelievable and fantastic, such as a purse made of dragon hide. To have people say that the wares in his shop were created by a genuine dwarf felt as if he too were some sort of rare and mythical creature, somehow both more and less than human. It was even worse when his human shop-keep would explain how the weapons were made, and then the patrons would want to see him, gawk at him, marvel at seeing a dwarf this far south. However, this in turn made it so they were willing to pay ridiculous sums for what he made in his forge, so he shook his head, muttered under his breath, and let them gawk at the genuine dwarven blacksmith.

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