While everyone was having fun drinking and chatting in the tavern, the door creaked open again. This time, the patrons only took a quick glance, and when they saw who it was, they quickly went back to drinking.
Lucen, on the other hand, stared at the newcomer. It was the person he came all the way here to meet.
The dwarf was only a little taller than human children. It was like seeing a child with the face of a man.
The dwarf's arms looked to be thicker than the thighs of a normal adult male. His shoulders were quite broad, and his way of walking made it seem like he was an immovable object.
"You finally arrived, you old stump," Bromdir spoke up.
"Enough niceties, just give me my bloody drink." The dwarf sat in the seat that seemed to be reserved for him in front of Bromdir so that he could get his drink faster than anyone else.
"Aye, you grumpy old stump. Here's your drink." Bromdir handed the dwarf a mug of ale.
