Cleo and his party, after a quick deliberation decides to follow Thrarael back to his camp.
Compare to the numerous shabby tent they passed by along the way. Thrarael's tent looks luxurious due to the high quality cloth and woods that was used to build it. The size of the tent is much bigger as well which surprises Cleo and his party considering their dwarves.
"Make yourselves comfortable." Thrarael said while gesturing to Cleo and his party to take their seats. "Thremaer!" he added loudly.
After a few moments a familiar looking lean dwarf enters the tent.
"Master Thrarael, you summoned me?" Thremaer asked, he then glance at the direction of Valerie. "G-goddess Savior why are you here?" he added, his cheeks turn to beet red the moment she saw her savior again in a short time. He even wonder if this is fate or something.
"G-goddess?" Valerie tilts her head sideways in confusion.
His reverie was interrupted by the sudden palm that hits his head.
