“That’s not silver, you brain-damaged, monster-loving bunny punchers! That’s aluminum!” Evan was almost drooling as he saw the processed ingots. Then a sick look crossed his face. “For the love of god, don’t sell that here or tell anyone where you got it! This floor will be overrun by Dwarves! They’ll look for ingots like that one by smashing rocks with their pickaxe-density erections if they get wind of the dungeon releasing processed aluminum!” Rose shuddered. “…Thanks for that visual.”
