Clearly, compared to the reputation Lin Yun had earned among humans as the Blood Axe, the Dwarves had heard these kinds of stories so often that they no longer paid much attention.
After all, one had to remember.
Dwarves could live for hundreds, even thousands of years.
For most Dwarves, the only person they knew much about—someone who could be called a "celebrity" among Dwarves—was the big man Sigmar.
The only other thing that made Dwarves more familiar with someone was hearing that he was an apprentice of the Northern Dwarves.
Especially when you added in every race's pride in its own kind.
That made this Dwarf Ranger feel... You're a human, so you can't be trusted. But then he learned Lin Yun was an apprentice of his kin, and it became, "Oh, so you're my cousin's apprentice. That's all right, I believe you."
...That was very Dwarfish.
The Greenskins' situation had been explained, so naturally, next came the reason Lin Yun and the others had come.
However, the Meteor Iron Ore the Dwarf Miner had mentioned technically belonged only to him.
He had discovered it, but if he reported it, he would only get a portion of the proceeds. He had originally planned to hire an excavation crew in Nurn so he could get more, dig up the ore, and sell it for a good price.
Of course, the Dwarf Miner didn't have much money, so he needed to find someone to bankroll him.
In other words, the Dwarf Miner wanted to find some gullible merchant caravan, then use a little Meteor Iron Ore to get enough money to hire an excavation crew—or else have the gullible buyer hire one himself.
In short, he wanted to protect his own interests as much as possible.
And there was no doubt