Although it still wasn't fully confirmed whether the Kingdom of the Centaurs would actually join the unification—turning the entire Great Forest into one massive country instead of a scattered bunch of divided kingdoms—I decided it was time for me to move on to the Dwarf Kingdom, the second-to-last kingdom I hadn't secured yet. The idea of convincing them felt like staring at a mountain I hadn't climbed, which was funny, considering their kingdom literally sat on the top of one.
Their entire home was perched so high in the mountains that just looking at the path leading upward made my legs ache. It would have been a stupidly long trek, the kind that would take days if you were lucky and weeks if you weren't. So instead of risking that, we got Amon to fly the helicopter for us again. At least with that, we could reach the place in no time at all instead of suffering on a rocky slope.
So we stood there, waiting for her to come pick me up.
