On reaching there, he immediately sealed off the room with sand as he sat in front of a black screen. After a few words, a face appeared and if Ares were there he would have recognized him right away.
"Ficto." Sandstorm said as he looked at the guy on the screen.
He had black hair and piercing blue eyes filled with melancholy. He seemed depressed.
"Sandstorm! To what do I owe this pleasure?"
*
Ares had been invited to a banquet hosted in his honor and he found it strange. All the dwarves were giving him a word of thanks and toasting with him as they drank and made merry.
"Three cheers for Ares the hero!" cried one dwarf as the others all raised their ale mugs.
"Hip hip!"
"Hurray!"
"Hip hip!"
"Hurray!"
Ares was having a blast learning the dwarf dance when Simmel came for him.
