They reached a huge building, that looked like multiple buildings combined. He walked into the building and saw people, short and stout. 'Wow. This is awesome. A dwarven workshop.'

"What do you want?" A voice rudely called out to him.

Nolan looked to see a bald red bearded man. "Trevor the slaver said I could sell some jewels and buy equipment here. He also said you sell storage rings."

"Then you need to talk to Sven first. He's the enchanter. Wait here." The man walked away, hopefully to get the enchanter.

Nolan put the chest down and looked around. He then saw a dwarven woman carry some tools across the room into another. All the dwarves looked five feet tall, this woman no exception. His eyes following her. 'That is a nice chest.' She then went to another room. 'Nice butt too. I'm glad the women don't have beards. That would have been too much for me to overlook.'

"Master."

"Yes Celine?"

"Why were you staring at that dwarf so intently?"

Nolan started to awkwardly cough. "Well I uh-."

"I know Lina isn't enough to keep up with you, so it makes sense you are eyeing other women. But, if my body doesn't disgust you too much, I can help with your urges." She looked determined, but sad.

"I'm not disgusted with your body."

"It's okay master. I saw the way you looked at my body. I'm so thin you can see my ribs. It's obvious that you prefer stouter women."

'Shit. Not only does she see me as a sex addict, she thinks I'm disgusted with her.' "I promise I'm not disgusted with you. We can have a proper talk about our future together when we find a room. Okay?" Nolan looked into her eyes, hoping she understood his sincerity.

"Yes master." She did not look convinced.

'Damnit. I didn't think we'd start having problems so soon.'

"Trevor sent you?" An older looking dwarf with black hair and beard was standing in front of them. He had a smile, as if he were laughing at a joke.

"Y-yes." Nolan was so focused on Celine, that he didn't notice the man walk up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your lovers quarrel." He was obviously enjoying himself.

"I-I'm nothing b-but a slave. Not a l-l-lover." She looked both embarrassed and sad.

Nolan was greatly troubled. 'I'm not experienced enough to handle this situation.' He then grabbed her shoulders and lowered his face to be level with hers. "Celine, any man would be lucky to have someone as pretty and cute as you. So don't belittle yourself. And like I said, we will discuss things properly later. That way we can clear up these misunderstandings."

Celine looked much better, and more embarrassed. "Yes master."

'Smack'

They turned to see a male dwarf rubbing the back of his head. An angry woman next to him. Nolan noticed a lot of dwarves had been watching the exchange with him and Celine.

"How come you never say sweet things like that to me?" Said the angry dwarf woman.

"You're already my wife."

"And he treats his slave better than you treat your wife." She retorted.

This couple were now the center of attention. Nolan was getting tired though, so he got Sven's, who he assumed was Sven, attention.

"I assume your Sven."

"Yep."

"Can we get down to business? I'm tired and I've got a lot to do for my group."

"Sure, follow me to my shop. We can check the quality of the jewels."

They followed the dwarf until Nolan froze, looking at something. "Is something wrong master?" Lina asked.

Nolan was looking at a mirror and slowly reached up to his face. "I look like a monster." He had long, greasy and tangled brown hair. He also had a three inch long beard that looked horrible as well. "No wonder the guards gave me those looks. I need a shave and a haircut."

He could also see he was muscular with fading scars all over his chest and arms. He looked very intimidating.

"We can sell you a few things for that. A good and sharp shaving blade, and shears. Ten silvers."

"That would be great. Celine, your good with a knife, can you help me shave later?"

"Yes master." She seemed happy to be of use to him.

"I've got a better idea." Sven said, as they started following again. "I'll grab the stuff real quick and you do it now. You do look hideous, and I'd like to not have to see it any more. It's making me want to check my own beard." He said, as he scratches his beard.

"Thanks, that would be great."

As soon as Sven returned and gave him the blade and shears, Celine took it out of his hands. "Please sit down, master."

Sven pointed to a spot for them to work, as he took the chest to his shop. "Lina, keep your eye on the chest."

"Yes master." She quickly followed the dwarf. Making sure he didn't have sticky fingers.

After Nolan sat down, Celine got to work. She took the shears to his hair first. After a while she got started with his beard, trimming it short. Then she took the razor blade and slowly scraped his beard away.

When she finished, he got up to check in the mirror. Now that his beard is gone and his hair short, he felt much better.

"So you are human. I was thinking we'd see you were something else." Sven said, while carrying a bag. Lina was behind him with the chest.

"I think Celine had the same thoughts. She kept feeling my ears." Nolan joked. "What do you girls think?"

"You look much better, master." Lina was smiling, but the look in her eyes seemed different. A little hungry now.

"You just need some proper clothes now, master." Celine commented. She was happy that she did a good job.

Then Sven walked over and picked up the staff that Nolan had laid down. Letting out a whistle, he asked Nolan, "Where did you get a high shaman staff?" Looking over the whole thing. Carefully running his hands over it.

"Found it in a goblin dungeon. Had to kill a lot of goblins to get to the shaman. Why, is their something special about it?" Seeing the way the dwarf was treating it, he knew it had to be pretty special.

"Very special. Goblin shamans are rare, and high shamans extremely. You were lucky to find it before anyone knew it was their. You could easily sell this for at least ten platinum." He looked Nolan and his slaves over, before continuing. "I'm going to assume none of you know much about magic staffs."

Nolan nodded his head in agreement.

"Well a magic staff is usually a focus for magic. Most commonly for specific types of magic. The more expensive ones focus multiple types. A shaman staff is a good focus for healing magic. But, a high shaman staff is much better. Reduces the mana needed for healing magic by half, it's even a good focus for life magic. The only downside is that it's worthless for any other type of magic. Since none of you look like healers, you either need to get yourself a healer or sell. I could buy it, but you would get a better price from the elves."

Nolan was screaming with joy, on the inside. He then took the staff back with a smile. "Thank you very much for telling me. Now I know why that annoying girl wanted this so much."

"I mostly did it to prevent trouble. Besides, it would have driven me insane to think of you using something like this wrong. It's kind of a dwarf thing." He then coughed to get back on topic. "Alright, now that you look halfway decent, and understand what you've been carrying in your back, I have a price for the jewels. Surprisingly, they are all high quality. I'm willing to offer twenty three platinum."

Nolan thought for a moment. 'Crap. Is that a lot? I don't know how much platinum is worth.'

"Master, twenty three platinum is a good price." Celine could somehow tell what Nolan was thinking.

"Alright, that works for me."

The dwarf smiled. "Good, I was told you wanted storage rings as well. I've got copper, silver, gold and a platinum. I'm just going to assume you don't know the difference. Copper rings can hold up to ten pounds or a volume of two feet. Silver, two hundred fifty pounds and ten feet. Gold, one thousand pounds and fifty feet. And platinum, two thousand pounds and one hundred feet. I've got plenty of copper and silver, ten gold and one platinum. The prices are one hundred gold, one thousand gold, five thousand gold and twenty thousand gold.

"Before you ask, the platinum is so expensive because it's so difficult to make and nothing spoils in the ring. What do you think?"

'Wow. That's a bit of information. Hmmm.' "Celine, how much is a platinum?"

"One thousand gold, master."

"I'll take three gold rings."

The dwarf left and returned with three gold rings and a small bag of coins. "Remember, if you take the ring off, everything in the ring will drop out."

Nolan then gave a ring and ten gold pieces to each of his slaves. "Make sure you don't lose those." Putting his own on, suddenly it sized to his finger. 'That's cool. Guess this is a common thing for enchanted rings.' He then started to try to put a gold coin in. As soon as he succeeded, he put his staff in it. 'I've drawn enough attention. Don't want to lose this after everything I've been through.'

The girls looked between the rings and gold, and then him. "Master, why would you give us these?" Celine was confused with his actions.

"Use the gold however you want, it's yours. I also figured it'd be nice for all of us to have a storage ring, should make life a bit easier." He then put the chest and his new platinum in his ring. 'Okay, I've got eight thousand gold in platinum. I'll count what's left in the chest after we finish buying.'

When he looked back to his girls, he sighed. They had put the rings on, but still didn't understand why he gave them the gold.

Celine spoke up. "Master, I understand why you gave us the rings, but why did you give us gold coins? Isn't this too much?"

"It's so that if there's anything you want, that I'm not paying for, you can buy it yourself. I'm not going to give you this much all the time, but I wanted to give you something. I am going to be putting my trust in the both of you."

"Thank you master." They were both very grateful.

"Alright, I want you both to figure out with the dwarves an outfit that works best for you. That means you need to replace your armor Lina. You both have a two platinum limit, each. If you have enough left over, then get a second outfit. I'm leaving the decisions up to you." He then started motioning them to go.

The dwarf stared at him, as the girls left to get better equipment. "How long have you been doing this?"

"Actually, I just started a few months ago with my first dungeon. I just listened to a bunch of stories, it gave me an idea of what to do."

"You are a very lucky kid. Not only do you find a secret chest, you find a high shaman and take its staff. All in your first dungeon." The man chuckled. "Just remember that you can't rely on luck, you never know when it'll turn."

"Don't worry about that. I intend to go into a lot of dangerous situations with them. I'm sure they will remind me, and I don't want to lose them because I was careless. So I'm going to try to make us prepared. It's obvious how their old masters held them back, by not putting decent money in their equipment. I'm not going to be cheap with something like that."

Sven then started laughing and slapped him on the back. "It's good to see someone blessed like you is smart enough to see that. And, that you will treat those ladies like they should be. Had too many come through here wanting to buy what they considered the best for themselves, then try to buy what their slaves need with a gold coin. You on the other hand treat them like your lovers. I think the trouble you'll have in the future with them will be keeping up with them."

"Don't worry, I can keep up. I might even need to get a third." He said with a smirk.

The dwarf paused, then laughed even louder at his words.