Isaac's POV
The city square was filled with dwarves from the different factions of their society. The ones that tended to the fields, were mostly female and the Earthen dwarves were mostly male. It seemed to be a trend until I found a few oddities. There were others that were better at planting crops while others were better at taking care of them. The last faction were the smiths, led by none other than Sylvia… The mistress of the Forge.
The dragons stood atop a stage that Jacob had raised at King Harrow's request so that he could be seen by the entire race. Murmurs swept through the crowd in attempts to discern the reason for the gathering. "Could it have something to do with the creature that Master Jacob and his friends defeated earlier this afternoon?"
