Dicky's room was a large penthouse that looked like a museum that housed preserved armor from the middle ages. Everywhere Michael looked, there were all kinds of armor paraphernalia either attached to the wall or encased in a glass box.
He noticed that the quality of these builds were much, much greater than the cookware being sold below. Once he observed it closer, he noticed that these were Dwarven-made!
"Do you like my collection? I scour the black markets in search of these amazing pieces of art."
Dicky appeared coming back from his balcony. The man had tanned skin and a hairy chest, which was very visible from his simple black tunic shirt that he wore. He bore a close resemblance to Bobby, which probably meant that they were related.
"Are you Dicky?" Michael asked.
"Yes, I am. And you are Michael…I must confess that I have only heard of your name just this moment when you requested to meet me."
Michael shrugged. "I didn't know about you until a couple of days ago too."
