Harik scratched his head as he watched the dwarves bossing people around in Eraldsfen. The work became far more orderly since their arrival, which was a good thing. But they were also going through the villages stores of alcohol rather quickly. 'Still, these plans...'
Harik raised an eyebrow as he looked at the footprint of the fortress that they had been working on. The dwarves had practically thrown a fit when they saw it. Thovok, in particular, had deemed it a disaster. Raising questions like, 'Why aren't the foundations deeper? Why will there be a wall here and not there? Where will the secret doors be? How do you plan to defend this blind spot?'
