"This one should be a win, right?" Lu Li breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's right. Is there anything else that the Wildhammer Dwarves can help with?"
Lord Metz Drakrep didn't think that he would lose at something he was so proficient in. It was in this moment that he felt a little nervous, since he didn't know what Lu Li would ask of him.
"We wish to go to Tyr's Hand in the Eastern Plaguelands," Lu Li answered.
"Tyr's Hand?"
Drakrep tilted his head slight and looked at Lu Li. After a short while, he answered, stroking his beard, "That's not a good place at all. It was just recently conquered by Undead forces and many died. What are you planning to do?"
"How does Lord Drakrep see the Undead?" Lu Li asked.
"How else should I see them? They should not exist!" Drakrep boomed without hesitation.
