So, I asked for clarity, because the pieces weren't adding up.
"Bundi, were you also the one in charge of building the towers and the structures in the clan?"
Bundi shook his head immediately.
"No… that… that was my father."
So, he wasn't the one behind the earlier construction. That explained the inconsistency in craftsmanship. The walls and watchtowers were solid—but nothing like this weapon.
"And where is your father now?" I asked.
"Dead," Bundi replied, and his voice dipped into a somber tone that made the workers behind him bow their heads slightly.
Dead?
A cold thought slid into my mind before I could stop it.
Don't tell me he was among the many goblins I killed.
My chest tightened, and I swallowed, suddenly feeling like I was walking on thin ice.
"How did he die?" I asked, trying to sound casual, but probably failing miserably as a nervous edge crept into my voice despite myself.
