Thargon grins, his eyes growing wide.
"Ah, now that's the good stuff!" he proclaims. He paces in excitement with the thought. "Mithral, hmm... I'll have to ask around to get some of that. I need to check the quality of the coal, too--it's got to burn at the right temperature. Yes! I can make you a mithral shirt. I'm going to need to pay off my suppliers for the specialized equipment. You seem like a decent chap, I can get it all done for you for a thousand gold pieces."
He thinks a moment, looking at Pendrake's belt pouch. "Of course, we should be able to come to some sort of alternate deal, should you need it."
The dwarf smiles warmly, and invitingly.