Thud! Moradin approached the dwarf, looking at his face. "Delimane Strongaxe of the Ash Mountain." He put his hand on the dwarf, starting at the necklace in the dwarf's hand.
The dwarf held a necklace of Moradin, he was a cleric, and Moradin was his god. "You fought well, stand! Life still holds more for you." He tapped the dwarf's forehead, waking him up as if he wasn't injured.
Delimane sat up, gasping for air. He touched his large stomach, and it was healed. "I'm not dead? I saw it, the forge.
"You aren't fit for the forge." Moradin growled, "I'm going out,"
"Should we go with you?" Cain looked at him.
"No need," Moradin replied, "Keep the city safe."
Cain smiled, flicking his finger, "Then I will send you out. Don't cause too much trouble. Keeping you a lot here takes a lot of power." The gods are able to exist in the mortal realm with a massive chunk of their power thanks to Cain. He used the system to grant them that merit.
