Canna leaned against the cold stone wall of his cell, his eyes scanning the dimly lit surroundings. The air was damp, filled with the echoes of distant drips and the occasional shuffling of feet. As he looked around, his gaze settled on one of the other cells, where he noticed a pair of eyes staring back at him. The figure was small, stout, and cloaked in the shadows, but there was something unmistakable about it.
"Are you a dwarf?" Canna asked, his voice breaking the silence of the dungeon.
The dwarf, equally surprised that Canna could see him despite the darkness, responded with a gruff tone, "Aye, I am. And what brings you to this lovely place?"
Canna, still in a bit of shock at actually meeting a race he had only seen in movies, replied, "Interesting. I wish I could see you up close. Anyway, we're under suspicion of destroying a kingdom."
