"Erm, Boss Beorstone..."
Beorstone tightened his bushy brows and turned around,
"What is it now, Gungir? Can't yer see I'm in the middle of something?"
"Well, Boss, that's the thing. I don't think that is a highlander..."
Beorstone raised his brows, and turned back to face Cain.
Cain pursed his lips,
'What the hell is a highlander?'
"What foolishness pours from yer lips, Gungir?" The last Dwarf said, his eyes burning like coals as he drew his large pickaxe and pointed it at Cain's head.
Another bead of sweat rolled down Cain's back.
"Well, by the great Fuji. Could it be... Calm yourself, Bilfur." Beorstone muttered with widening eyes.
Gungir guffawed, "Boss, your eyes have become as bad as the eyes of a Buermole! It must be all that Smuck you keep smokin'!"
Beorstone barked at him,
"Shut yer hole, Gungir!"
Then he scratched his beard,l and turned to face Cain once again,
"No, this is clearly a highlander. Can't you see how long its legs are?
