Cain lowered his blade, his muscles still taut, but his mind began to churn,
"I made it."
Silence once again...
Then the {Black-Hearth Dwarves} fell into another fit of laughter, with some of them even doubling over.
"It's been a darned long time since me belly jiggled this hard!" Beorstone said between laughs as he slapped his knee.
The only Dwarf that did not laugh, was Gungir.
Perhaps because he could tell that Cain was, infact serious.
"Impossible..." He muttered.
Sensing something strange, Beorstone also stopped laughing.
He looked at Cain. Then at Gungir.
Then his expression fell as even his smile vanished.
He also walked in a bit closer. Cain tried to jerk back, but it was no use. For his stature, the dwarf was quick on his feet.
With his nose practically touching the cold, dark metal of {Eidwyrm}, he carefully observed the blade with keen eyes.
The rest of the Dwarves had also fallen silent, noticing the shift in atmosphere.
