Shineys indeed... Hopefuly Haven's keeping busy with the keep. Dunno why you want blocks though, I like my rough stone finishes. 
I like the idea of building a large structures out of smoothed blocks instead of rough stone; makes me think of it as more solid.
Anyways, story time!
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The following is an account of events as they occurred on the 11th of Hematite, early summer of the year 377.Mistem looked up from the felsite block she was in the middle of carving, a ‘ahem’ bringing her attention away from her work. “Nitho, so you’re back eh?” She was referring to the rather impatient looking human standing outside of the masons shop, clutching a satchel of papers.
“Yes, we’re back, and we have a timetable to keep.”
Nitho was the Merchants Guild representative attached to the trade caravan that had arrived at The Hill just a day ago, here on its yearly trading circuit. After a bit of a rocky start the year previous due to a misunderstanding of sorts, the local Merchants Guild agreed to include The Hill on their schedule.
“A timetable? Yes, I can respect that. In fact I have a schedule of my own.” Mistem replied, striking her hammer against the chisel pressed to the rough felsite block one last time before setting her tools down. “You may have noticed a lot of us are busy with these blocks. We have a lot of work that needs to be done and little time to do it.”
Nitho quickly surveyed the room, noticing that were was indeed a rather large pile of smoothed stone blocks stacked against each other to one end, and a number of workshops abuzz with activity. “Constructing a proper fortification are you? I noticed that tower on top of the hill. It looks a bit cramped for my tastes but it emulates our own designs quite well.” Nitho smirked, trying to get the Dwarf off her guard. “It isn’t like you Dwarves to build –“
“Look out!” A shout interrupted the human, “It’s loose!”
Mistem spun to face the direction of the commotion, and saw the goblin thief that had been captured in one of The Hill’s traps free of its cage, snarling and furiously waving a dagger, trying to maim what ever poor Dwarf was within striking distance. Dwarves were running in every direction to get away from the enraged goblin, abandoning their work.
A howl rang out from the goblin; a bolt had been firmly lodged in its right upper arm. It dropped its blade and clutched the wound when a second bolt pierced its leathery hide, this one finding its mark in its lower body. Vucar, a seasoned hunter, had just happened to be coming down the main stairwell when the goblin broke free, and had his copper crossbow in hand. The dwarf released a third bolt, this one spelling the end of the escaped goblin.
“You can come out now, Nitho.” Mistem smirked, “The goblin’s been taken care of.”
Nitho stood up from behind the felsite block Mistem had been carving, dusting off his finely embroidered orange jacket, “Well, I do hope so. I would hate for anything to happen to me.” Nitho cleared his throat, standing idling for a moment before adding, “And our trade agreement, of course.”
“Of course.”
