If anyone had told Mason Coldstone in the past that some guy could single-handedly wield a weapon to run off a fully grown purple worm, he would've assumed the person was mad.
But now, such an inconceivable thing was actually happening before his eyes!
"Oh Martin above! Thank you, mighty Father of Dwarves, for saving your people from straying!" Mason sat on the ground, devoutly praying to the Dwarf God, "Thank you for sowing light in the darkness beneath the earth, and manifesting your divine power...
"Hey, I'm saying, the guy who saved us is a human, and he has nothing to do with your dwarven gods." His head guard, 'Byrd', came over, first to check on the two unconscious companions on the ground, then came to Mason's side, kneeling down to examine the injury on his leg.
