Alvaro had finally found Haragh on a nearby bench on the outskirts of the palace's courtyard. A small, wooden pipe was clipped in his mouth as he puffed out faint, gray smoke from its small opening.
"Haragh, I still have a lot of questions for you. Please, be honest with me." He immediately told the old dwarf as he sat down beside him.
His arms were stretched forward and placed on top of his laps. Haragh, on the other hand, took the pipe out of his mouth and turned to him with a passive expression. "It depends on the question, young lad. I have to tell you that just because you helped us defeat the tyrant rulers of this land and restore our world doesn't mean that you will have a free pass on everything. Of course, there are secrets that I must protect from outsiders like you. I hope you understand that, Alvaro."
