He reached over the desk to grasp the stout hand of the much smaller man, who had a beard that could had rivalled old St Nick himself. But then again, he had the hand shake of two-ton wrestler and a face only a mother could truly love.

Come to think of it, Wesker didn't want to imagine his mother's face either.

A soft shudder ran up Wesker's spine, as he quickly pushed that horrifically hairy thought aside. He cleared his throat, "Mr " uh..."

"Mugburgin, Little Nose Mugburgin of th' Dunnler family, m'lord, pleasure to meet ya, sir, pleasure to meet ya," came the gruff, baritone reply that boomed loud around his person, in quite the confident yet over excited aura.

The Dwarf was a sturdy looking sort of fellow with long, curly blonde hair. Despite this, muscular hairy mass of masculinity that surrounded the Dwarven man's strong; and quite freckly facial features, there was indeed a small bald patch at the crown of the man's head that almost got a slight grin out of Wesker, as he settled back down into his uncomfortably creaky, leather char.

Wesker couldn't help but stare at how obviously....Smooth, that bald patch really was. It even caught the shine of the sun that poured in through the two windows at the other side of his office.

He finally broke away from the gleam, and steeped his fingers before his chest, as he put on quite the handsome and welcoming smile for his client.

"Mr Dunnler. I am so happy you took your time to come down from the North and enter the city for this meeting. Please, sit down Mugburgin " may I call you Mugburgin?"

"Aye, ya can lad." And down the Dwarf sat.

Unfortunately the offer " as basic as it were, had rendered Wesker seeing nothing more than a set of cold steely eyes staring just over the rim of his desk, complete with a shiny bald head surrounded in hair.

For a second there, Wesker had to look away, asking himself such a basic question. Why" Just why did he not think this far ahead" He could had got a bigger seat, just this one time.

"Donnae' not worry too much lad, m'legs might be stumpy but I; let me tell ya! They be of sterner stuffs - I can tell ya; that they be, that they be..."

The little man was loud, and kept repeating every other sentence. How much more of a joke had this situation to become before it got ridiculous" Wesker was proud of himself for not breaking out into laughter thus far. How much longer could he resist"

Managing an amused smile, he continued with the negotiations. "I am sure the travel was not too hard on you, Mugburgin, you and your own seem to be a well built and strong people; but let us get to the point of this meeting today, shall we?"

Wesker pulled out a desk draw just to his left, and collected up a few papers, "Continuing our conversation from before, I understand you are quite eager to become under my employ, and that you have read and understood the standing agreement as proposed on the contract I sent to you?"

"Aye-aye-aye! That we do. Our own min'in the rock is good for our own; good for our own! Mak'in the weapons and tools we need for the village, but we do get a bit of a pile now a' again, lad " quite the stockpile I can tell you! S'long as you keep ya side of the bargain, we see no threat in offer'in up our services to ye; no threat at all, no we donnae think."

He needs a damn translator on this guy.

Wesker's eyes had glazed over for a second, as his brain tried to process what had been said into something that could be written down coherently. "Well, Mcburgerin-"

"Mugburgin," corrected the Dwarf.

"Oh, I'm sorry " Mugburgin..." Wesker placed down the papers on his desk after giving them a quick eye over.

"As previously agreed; as stated here," Wesker continued, tapping the papers on his desk, "two silvers an hour will be the wage for your services, with four hour a day shifts on the weekday, and a six hour shift on the weekend " with an added 50 coopers on top of the two silvers for those weekend shifts....Now, I will need you to sign a contract for health and safety reasons, including another contract indicating that you and your workforce are pleased to work under the new company name..."

He had to stop there, because the Dwarf had been staring at him, silently, for quite some time now. "Is there a problem, Mr Dunnler?"

"No-no! No problem, lad, it just ye be talk'in in odd riddles."

"Ah..." Wesker had settled back into his chair, lifting a hand up to sooth against his aching temples. "I see. Well then, let's just say for the moment you're happy to work for me?"

The Dwarf nodded, moving to stand up from the chair, "Good 'nuff for me lad " good nuff for me! Let our partnership be a long and happy one, eh lad" I got to be goin', the missus be gruelling up some stew for me 'n the boys."

Wesker too stood just as the other did, adjusting his tie and offering out a hand to shake the smaller man's. To seal the deal as it were. "Thank you, Mr Dunnler. A pleasure to see you again. I will arrange appropriate transport for the materials into the city, and will come visit the worksite at a future date."