"Have you heard from the Ironstone Blacksmith Family, Zahir?" Kaizen asked.
When he heard those words, Zahir's eyes went wide.
"How do you know that name?" he asked with a strangely somber and serious face.
Kaizen could not tell that he saw and communicated a few days ago with a half-Ironstone half-dwarf who had been dead for 100 years. If he told this, Zahir would probably think he was a madman. Nevertheless, Kaizen felt that it would not be easy to lie to this dwarf, so that he would tell only a half-truth.
"Last weekend, I explored the Misty Woods and found a cave. Surprisingly, I entered this cave and found ruins of this ancient family of dwarves. From the detonated pieces of scrolls, I could find one piece of information or another that was useful, like their name."
