No officer had suspected anyone that day. Even when Thrarumli's and Alvaro's groups were subtly passing information about their planned attack against the Royal Family, it had gone unnoticed by the scrutinizing eyes of the dwarven officers.
And when the clock struck eleven in the evening and the miners and the officers were eating their dinner, not even one officer had the inkling that their food was mixed with a sleeping tonic concocted by Thramuelda.
One after another, the officers suddenly dozed into a deep slumber. Soon, the dining area was filled with loud snores coming from the officers.
A triumphant smile erupted on the faces of the dwarves.
"Quick! Choose a weapon of your choice and line up outside. All of you will be led by Haragh, Garalog, and Thramuelda. Thrarumli and I will wait for all of you at the great intersection of the east, west, and south regions of Dhorndur." Alvaro announced it in a hurry.
