As the sun goes down, all the dwarfs left their daily chores and head straight to the nearest tavern. The night was lively and filled with joyful waves of laughter. The streets, however, were less than deserted.
"So… Protector Geir is it?"
Through teleporter, the dwarven Protector brought Blaz and his group to an entrance of a mine right outside the East Gate.
The cave behind them was lit with torches embedded into pillars planted on the wall, built to prevent the cave from collapsing. But the camps before them were all darks, not a single light presence to accompany all the fully shut tents. The only things turned on were the street lights on the road heading downhill.
"Don't get too cocky knife ears, or I'll chop that small limp cock of yours and shove it down your throat!" Threaten the dwarf with his spear pointed towards Blaz's face.
