Jacob's POV
The journey back to Dwarvenhall was delayed by a delivery, however, by this time, I was not as excited to rush back to the town that I had helped to build. There was still much to be done, but the dwarves had already mastered the power and skills needed to bring the town to near perfection. There wasn't much for me to do for them. As a result, I was now trying to do the one thing that they didn't have the power to do… Expose their greatness to the rest of Armensia.
I didn't have access to the history of Armensia just yet, but I knew the way they were being treated was wrong in all ways. However, I did not have any way to prove it. Grimm kept walking about the carriage to stare outside as the road rushed past him. There were no tremors caused by the road just because of how it had been well constructed. It was levelled well and yet kept rough enough to keep the carriage from skidding over the road.
