Turor Sunderstone (No, wait, don't click back yet!) eyes the notes, and scritches his big black beard.
"Wersn' thes der giant-type wot warnted me ter mek him a shield...? Hm."
He then begins writing a note, and growling, crumples it up, this time writing it in COMMON rather than Dwarven. His script is neat and very legible.
Interested, maybe
I will seek you out, Glokk. But my ox and I have a very tight bond that I do not think you would be able to rise above with me. I would love your skills for hauling copper out of a mine while I collect Tin. And do not be so hastey to proclaim yourself superior to oxen. My ox, Bess, has likely killed far more ogres than even you, dear friend.
Yes, I shall seek you out in the areas around Hlint.
Signed,
Turor of the clan Sunderstone