The city's gleaming gates swung open, and a chubby figure entered with slow steps and half-closed eyes.
'That bastard!' Alm cursed, and Bruno didn't know what to say about the pun Almin came up with to name them. Well... it described them well, and they were immediately identified by the name.
The guard asked them to wait as someone would come to receive them. Half an hour later, a voice echoed, and they turned to see a small woman with hair tied on two sides, looking extremely displeased with them.
"Are you the one who gave yourself the ridiculous name FatFluke?!" The woman spoke with intrigued eyes. "That idiot Valmin swore to my master that you were better than any dwarf. If you have half the skill of the worst dwarf, it will be a miracle. Can a disgusting ogre really work on anything other than eating?"
