"... He died of old age?" Eiro asked, looking at Armodeus' solemn expression. The dwarf slowly nodded his head.
"Aye. I'm a dwarf, and a dwarf's lifespan... well, it was incomparably longer to his. I basically didn't age, while he got older and weaker," Armodeus explained, taking a mouthful of his drink.
Eiro hesitated to continue asking questions. He knew that Armodeus was in pain, and making him live through all of that again might really just make it worse. But Eiro really didn't need to ask, since the dwarf quickly offered it all up anyway.
