The battle in the courtyard has continued for several hours. Thrarumli's army has fought the royal army dauntlessly as they waited for Alvaro, Gala, and Nevuda.
"Are you sure we can trust this human that Alvaro's with, father?" The dwarven princess asked her father, Thrarumli, next to her. Several locks of her red hair, which glistens brightly under the scorching sun, had covered her face. She removed them from her face and tucked them in her ears.
Her father, who was busy fighting the enemies, barely cast her a glance. He throws a small dagger in the air and catches it with his hand before he throws it towards the enemy that ran behind her daughter's back. The blade pierced the stomach of the officer, making Thramuelda shudder in surprise.
