Two days later. Late morning.
Inside the government sector of the Dwarfen Kingdom, a building housing one of the country's ministries is in great hustle. Government employees with mountains of piles of papers appeared from one room to another with panic in their faces.
For an uncertain reason, the minister is hysterically giving orders to dispose of some files dusting inside the building's archive. The minister's reason was that it's taking up much space, but in truth, the archive still has seventy percent of its available space.
As inferior employees as themselves, the staff had no choice but to follow the commands of their superiors. They do not want to be kicked out of their workplace and have families to feed.
Despite the noises and clamoring that rang through the building, a room belonging to a certain official gave off a contrasted air. Only the quick, repeating footsteps of a short man echoed through his office.
