Isaac's POV
We'd never been to Dwarvenhall before and were in for a shock when we went through the portal to the town… or village. Buildings were built completely out of wood and the architecture was of no serious complexity. The inhabitants thrived deeply on agriculture and hunting and of all the places in Armensia, it was the one place that was not overflowing with magic from the inhabitants themselves. On the other hand, the natural magic was excessive.
The aches that I had gotten from Kevin's morning torture session healed the moment we walked out of the portal. The village was too quiet compared to the personality displayed by Finn Galahad. The man was something of a rebel and seemed like the type of person who loved to have fun. Now that we stood in the town… or village, something seemed eerie about the whole environment we were in.
