Click! Clank—
Upon entering the hideout, I was immediately greeted by a solemn atmosphere.
"Waylan, yer finally here."
Once Waylan entered, Jomnuk, sitting with his arms crossed in the middle of the living room, sighed in relief.
Sitting down on the seat opposite to Jomnuk, Waylan inquired, his tone serious. An unprecedented feeling of grim concern clouded his face.
"What's the situation here?"
"According to reports from the spies, the enemies are preparing to attack by tonight."
Answering Waylan, in Jomnuk's stead, was a dwarf. He had thick eyebrows and long, flowing black hair. Most striking were his thick arms that looked to be the size of a small football. It gave off the impression of breaking rocks by merely flexing them. Fitting, for a race of miners.
"Tonight?"
Waylan's brows furrowed in thought.
Subtly turning his head to face me, I faintly nodded back.
