Kam's days grew wearier as they passed uneventfully. Paradoxical, to be sure, but there was a good reason for it. After all, he and his wife had slighted Elder Bolin, one of the most vindictive dwarfs in the Fel realm. He was the kind of man who would bleed a mosquito if it happened to nip at him.
Every morning, as Kam had his breakfast, his gaze would remain affixed to his front door, awaiting the moment that it would fly off its hinges and the enraged Elder would fly through it. Of course, that was the best-case scenario, as long as the Elder could contain his anger enough to not level Kam's home.
