"These clueless bastards!"
Ten minutes had elapsed since the separation from the Gray Dwarves, and Bruto was still seething about the recent events.
Lancelot carefully scouted ahead for danger. He felt slightly uneasy, always sensing that he might have overlooked some detail, and Dunif's parting glance must have held a particular reason.
Under the subconscious operation of the Ice Heart Spell's mental method, he found himself calming down and began to meticulously recall the entire recent process.
"How many people did the Craftsmen Committee say were in that Gray Dwarf mining team?" he suddenly turned back and asked Barrend.
"Twelve, why?"
"The group of Gray Dwarves we just saw was nine, right?"
"Correct." The old Dwarf nodded, "There was a Gray Dwarf's corpse inside that mud creature, and the flesh hadn't even decomposed properly, clearly it had been devoured recently. Plus, the two bodies we found earlier at the fourteenth worksite, the numbers exactly match up."
