Gorgon had a headache.
He was in charge of the left-wing and a ceremonial battle would start soon.
Though it was called a ceremonial battle, even he knew today's battle would be a devastating one. After all, humans were here to make it clear to the dwarves that they weren't backing down.
But it was his job to make sure things didn't become too ugly. After all, he'd already promised her. And if he couldn't even keep a promise then what kind of a man would he be? At least not the kind he wanted to.
So while in his tent, looking at the map, all he could do was sigh. Why did it have to come to this? Why did they have to go to war? He already knew the answers and yet, there was nothing he could do about them. There was nothing left to do.
Everything was already set in place. And now all he could do was see how it all played out.
'Even if we win this, then what?'
