Dean Bruce remained unfazed, showing no reaction to the Dwarves' shouts and accusations from across the room. He stood silently, awaiting the arrival of their chief.
After all, it was his first time here, and any dealings must be conducted with the Dwarves' chieftain.
Soon, the shouting came to an abrupt halt, and the gathered dark shadows scattered away. A figure, noticeably taller than the rest, approached. This dwarf stood as high as Dean Bruce's chest.
"Billis, you're much later than usual this time."
Hearing the slightly raspy voice, and noticing the familiarity with Billis William's name, Dean Bruce confirmed the figure's identity. He smiled and said, "Billis didn't come. He gave me the address and asked me to trade with you instead."
