It was a dwarf. Abel knew it was. As far as he knew, there weren't any other intelligible beings that were this small and muscular.
Just why was a dwarf here? If he belonged to the camp, why was he peeking at it instead of just walking right in? Abel had a lot of questions. Maybe Bernie wanted to hide something from him. Anyways, he should worry about capturing the dwarf that was in front of him. It seemed really familiar with the geography around here.
Abel knew that the dwarf was trying to lure him away from the camp. He didn't care, though. He could tell that it wasn't a wizard. It wasn't like it was going to be a knight's commander, either. If it wasn't trying to beat him in a one-on-one fight, he would have no problem at all.
When Abel and the dwarf were about one mile away from the camp, they stood still at about twenty meters away from each other.
