"So, what were you saying about my rings?"
After the dwarves had cleaned his room, albeit unwillingly. Alan had decided to ask them about the reason for them barging into his room. He could understand the orcs...but why the dwarves?
The younger dwarf, stayed completely silent and didn't answer at all, whilst the older dwarf was fidgeting.
Alan caught sight of it, but simply eyed the dwarf, waiting for him to say something of his own accord. IT was clear that the dwarf was going to say something soon enough, with how much he was shaking.
It was as if he was fighting a war inside his mind, but eventually, the opposing side that didn't care for his safety won and he blurted out.
"Your rings are shit!"
'Yeah, I expected that.'
The dwarf continued.
