Cain placed a piece of meat in his mouth.
His brows wrinkled together.
'It tastes good, but not as good as hers.'
Regardless, he continued to shovel the food down his throat.
The dwarves on the other hand, really did seem famished as they all stuffed themselves with food and alcohol whilst occasionally flirting with the maids.
"So... I am a bit curious. Cain has explained a bit of your circumstances to me, but I would like to know more." Alvi turned towards Beorstone and spoke respectfully.
Swallowing a mouthful of food, Beorstone turned his gaze to Cain. Seeing him not say anything, he shrugged.
Gungir wiped his mouth and hands then spoke up,
"We are from the Underground City of Lent, in the world of Calistora that roamed the void in the heart of the Aether. We are of the race of {Black-Hearth Dwarves}; beings with darkness and fire burning in our veins."
Alvi nodded, his expression serious,
