They say the best crafters in all the land were the dwarves. While a human smith could make a sturdy crinet in a month, a dwarf could easily bang out one that was twice as good in half the time. Not to mention the rumors that such goods were so finely crafted they often outlived their former owners. Of course, such goods were worth a good deal of currency. One does not spend decades or even centuries perfecting a craft only to give the product away for free. A single carving could cost a fortune. A handful of precious buckles and axels could be worth the same as a longboat. More, even. That’s not even getting into all the flashier things like weapons and armor. Each one of them had a price that its crafter was unwilling to budge on. And logically Juno understood that. High-value things deserved high payment. But, well, you see… she didn’t have anything to buy with. Not gold, not ore, not even a fine pelt. No, all those goodies went directly to the Lord on account of him being