Everything's shadows were stretched out by the last bit of sunlight. It lingered and hesitated, not willing to leave completely yet, while darkness desperately clung to its arm, wanting to drag it away from the land and truly take over.
Some Grey Dwarves emerged from their low stone houses, a few of them noticing Bartlett and his group, while others focused on the work at hand.
If it weren't for this bald grey dwarf crawling out of the tobacco bushes, Bartlett figured he'd be sitting in an underground pub by now, sharing drinks with the lads behind him.
First, he would brag about his adventures, then teach the young ones some life-saving tricks they'd need in their own exploits, and finally, watch them admire him nonchalantly.
Unfortunately, now he had to endure this grey dwarf's endless chatter.
