Bishop takes the hand as eagerly as he took Pomona's, shaking it with joy. "Pleased to make your acquaintance Dain. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure."

He had never met a dwarf he didn't like. Dawrfs were rocks in any situation. He'd never never seen a dwarf lose his head, even if that dwarf was about to lose his head. They made a good foundation for dealing with the esoteric and unknown. Kept everyone else grounded with their demeanor, and this guy had demeanor in spades.

"The Muspel Mines, you say? That's a good distance away, isn't it?" He asked.