"Come on! This spot right here!"
Two dwarves were climbing onto an outpost next to the southern wall of the city. It was a tall rectangular room standing as a tower-like building with four small windows having views of the entire southern district of the mountain city along with the south mining camps.
"Naiad's tits you're right! The bloody place got a clear view!" The dwarf with a musket on his back pointed at the tavern where our group was currently lodging. "Wait the damn minute…"
"Wha— what's wrong?" The horned helmet dwarf looked a bit worried seeing the curled face of his friend.
"Look at that! They got their windows fucking shut!" The musket one angrily yelled while aggressively pointing toward Blaz's room.
"Patience! Does your groin need a fucking kicking!? It's the middle of the night! Those knife ears still need air to breathe, just wait and they'll get it open."
"Tck! Cut the crap!"
