After a minuet or two the dwarf is free, healing energies flow from Shavara into Aldan restoring the dwarf who stands up, tall as he can"I thank ye, I am Aldan Steelhammer master smith. What is it you would like commisoned?" the dwarf beams youth pride as be announces himself, rubbing the filth from his face.
"We found those so called twits tied up in a cellar for the last week," Shavara says. "No, how about telling us what you had them doing that was so unimportant you didn't bother reporting them missing to the guards?"
"look 'ere missy, smithing is' ard work specially for a apprentice, I thought those milksops ran home to mummy." Aldan turns red as a beat vs shakes his first In outrage.
"That still does not awnser her question on what they were doing There." Shildoor says righting himself in this rather tight space for him. "Did you deliver supplies There often?"