Cotto, Batto, and Sotto were so dead. That was what they believed.
How did things come to this? Would they be okay? Would they be able to escape?! Even if they do, their clan leader would definitely punish them so badly. What if they took away their workshops?!
Their race's main social unit was in the form of clans. They did not have proper kingdoms—never did—unlike the ugly humans did. Their way of life was always simple, and there were very few conflicts because their interests were the same: Exploring and creating.
Each clan all had their own hideouts, specific areas where generations of dwarves lived. They also were not allowed to exit until they reached a certain age, which was 50 years old, which was also the time the next generation would usually be born.
Their clan, called the Northern Dwarves Clan, had their hideout somewhere Northwest of here. However, while a team went out to gather materials, they encountered enemies!
