I'M NOT SHORT, I'M A MINI ASS-KICKER!

Ah, that was what brings me back to my part of the story, as we returned to the lab, I decide to ask. “Say Starburst, what level of technology does Equestria have so far?”
“Well, we don't have the grasp of steam power as a species, but in places, there are devices like arcades, electronics, it.. I hear things come through a rift from a 'Hooman’ world.. Lyra keeps rambling on about them.. Honestly! You'd think she's insane or otherwise mentally disturbed, sometimes..”
My eye twitches. dammit not this mispronunciation shit! “It’s ‘Human’ Starburst, ‘Hue-mun’, ya think I’d appreciate it if ya called my kind ‘Dwaerfs’? Or if someone called your kind ‘Ponnies’? If you’re gonna talk about them, at least confirm if yer saying it right! Pronunciation is something people take pride about when you talk about their names, but noooooo! Ya just assume it’s said one way and just use that without considering ya might be wrong? Yer rude.”

Yes, that is right. I just pulled a Scotsman.

“Hey, I’m just sayin’ it like she did. Though humans are fascinating in their own right..” she retorted.
“Oh, so I need to give this Lyra a verbal slappin’ then, eh?” she nods.
“Verily, Good Friend.”
“Hm? Since when did you start speakin’ Elvish dialect… I’m pretty sure it’s Elvish, does it count as an Elvish Dialect if it annoys me equally as much and gives me the urge to cave your skull in with my hammer?” she grins, then runs off.
“WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP!”
“GET BACK HERE YA MORON! I WASN’T ACTUALLY GONNA DO IT!” I groan and decide to pull some of the iron ore I got from the mountain out of my hammer space, going about smelting it for future use. “Seriously, why do these ponies act so weird?” I notice a note on the ground. “Hm? What’s this?” I immediately pick it up and read it.

I forgot to tell you, I migrate from time to time, seeing what interests me. You are still under my employ, so you'll have full access to my labs. Have fun! :)

I smile at that, shit keeps getting weirder and weirder, oh well! Deciding to move onto making something very important, a mobile Brewery, and while doing so, writing a letter for Princess Celestia.

After a couple of days I get it all figured out and get the finished letter to the post office discreetly, then move on to two things which I plan to do at the same time.

The first is getting Celestia’s attention to my location.

The second is charging into the Everfree to get some Timber-wood and Manticore steaks.

Thankfully Fluttershy was still in Canterlot, she won’t need to hear all the war-cries and hacking and slashing, tearing, maiming and she won’t see the ever-growing puddle of blood at the edge of the forest… or the now blood-soaked Dwarf waddling out with two full sacks of everfree creature corpses.

I am quite violent… oh well!

After cooking up some lunch and washing myself off I decide to wait outside the lab with a signal as to where I am, and what better signal than a tower of logs burning in a magical blue fire.

...oh, you didn’t know? Apparently burning Timberwolf wood gives you blue fire, it’s weird, right?

… oh well.

Anyways after a while of nothing happening, I decide to go explore the lab to see if any projects are going on, including a special project.

… oh well I’ll be damned she kept her word.

Right there in the lab was a tube easily able to have one of the princesses inside, but what was inside was what had my hopes up. True what was inside looked nothing more than a ball of stem cells, but the terminal hooked up to it didn’t lie.

This was a Dwarf, Cloned and with a suppressed Y chromosome, a girl, the first female dwarf I’ll ever meet. And once she’s here I won’t be alone. I thought, but then doubt reared its ugly head.

So what? She’s just a clone, a clone with no mind or soul, she can’t be a real Dwarf.

You’re right, I asked too much from Starburst, I can’t make her a real Dwarf and neither can Starburst… but I know someone who can!

I grab a hefty chunk of platinum from my hammer space and start to work forging it into a statue, this statue would be covered in runic summoning inscriptions. Think of it like a Displaced’s totem except the totem wasn’t made by them, in Orgran’s homeworld when beings wanted to summon demons or eldritch horrors, they would carve the visage into metal with the runes placed upon them, the more valued the metal, the more in control you were of the summoning.

And as the last rune was placed I could not hold my smile as I finished the statue of the creature I wanted to summon. After all…

I’m the first Displaced to drag the Merchant to Equestria.

There was a bright flash and something knocked me back a few steps, but when I could see and the dust settled, standing before me was indeed the man wearing that same stupid robes. The first words to come out of my mouth were, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? I GAVE YOU THAT ADVICE FOR A REASON YOU BALACLAVA WEARING TIT!”
“What!?” the tit replied. “You again!? I’ll send you to King Dainn as a mare for-AAAGH!!!” he doubles over in pain. “Wh… what is the meaning of this!?”
“Don’t try anything, this is a platinum grade summoning piece.”
“A what?”
“DID YOU SERIOUSLY FUCKING DISPLACE ME AS A CHARACTER WHEN YOU DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THE RULES OF HIS WORLD OR HIS MAGIC!?” he actually winced at that.
“Whatever! I can just-”
“No, you can’t just break out.”
“How did you-”
“A platinum summoning piece allows me to read the mind of the summoned, along with control their movements and give them extreme pain if they try anything.”
“So you’re holding all the cards?” he grins through the cloth. “So what now? Gonna kill me? Send me to some void jail?”
“I was thinking more of a business proposal.” I couldn’t help it, I smiled at how his brain just stopped working at what I said. “I have no ill will towards you, in fact you do humans a might good service all things considered.”
“How so?”
“Because you take them from their shitty lives, humanity is indeed a cancer, one to itself and the planet, fighting and hating. Even though people have to leave their families, and sure they curse your name for what you’ve done, but then those people end up leading better lives with powers they could only hope to dream of! Heck even with villainous ones I could sympathise, to each their own, just don’t bring that shit here or I’ll kick your teeth in, you know what I mean?” he remained silent. “Anyways, I have something I can give you, and you have something you can give me! So you wanna hear the deal?”
Finally he snaps back to his senses. “What could you possibly offer me? Bits? Gems? You better not give me virgins or-”
“Items…”
“Excuse me?” he says, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“I know you can’t just make that shit out of the blue, you need to get stuff to enchant, but you can’t make the stuff yourself, you need to go out and buy it, and I happen to be a master blacksmith and tailor, come on, try me.”
He puts some thought, and knowing he’s not really in a position to say no he decides to actually challenge me.
“Thor’s hammer.”
I create the handle using an enchanted steel then use my earth magic to compact some rock into the perfect shape around it before placing it at his feet.
“Sephiroth’s sword.”
I even cut it to the perfect sharpness.
“Iron man’s arc reactor!”
I had a challenge there but used a frost sapphire to simulate the glow.
“Ebony and Ivory!”
He stopped making suggestions after I set the two perfectly working handguns in front of him.
“And what do you get out of it?”
“The next summoning piece I use will be made of copper meaning you can use it to see me and get deliveries and refuse my call, as such in exchange for these items I will ask for favours.” I mentioned, causing some level of trust to be hinted in his thoughts. “But for right now I need an artifact from Orgran’s world.”
“Hm?”
“The crown of Elnir, the first elven king.”
“Why would you want the crown of a race that Dwarves despise.”
“In Orgran’s world Elnir was one of the four creators, forging the world with their bare hands, Elnir’s crown has the power that he took upon himself, the ability to give a body a mind and soul of their own.”
“And why would you want to toy with such?” I didn’t speak, instead I simply looked over to the cloning vat, and he notices my intent. “I see.”
“So, do we have a deal?” I reach out my hand to him, and he stares at it for a good while, thinking over what I’ve said. Finally he smiles and shakes my hand, sealing our little pact.
“I look forward to business… partner.” and as I release my hold on the summons, he takes his leave in a puff of smoke along with the items I crafted, and I pull my hand back to see a crown with emerald jewels encrusted within, the headpiece itself entirely made of glass yet glowing of its own accord.

That Merchant’s an okay guy once you get to know him, bit of an asshole but meh.. I think as I smash apart the statue with my hammer.