He trusted Lurik, and naturally, he also trusted the series of processes that Lurik spoke of. Now he felt quite regretful that he did not witness that scene.
This left him with a bit of regret even now.
"How is his drinking capacity?" the Brewer asked.
"Bang!" Lurik slammed the table fiercely.
"Is this what I'm discussing with you?" He shouted and then sat back down on his chair, "His drinking capacity doesn't seem very good."
"Is that so? That's rather unfortunate," the Brewer remarked without caring about Lurik's earlier shout.
The Castle Lord of Gray Furnace Castle straightened up slightly.
"So, what do you want to say? Or perhaps, have you encountered something?"
As darkness approached, these ancient races, and even some ancient bloodlines, began to sense that the world was issuing a warning.
And as the darkness drew closer, the voices of warning grew louder.
The Gray Mountain Dwarves had received certain prophecies decades ago, but what good did that do?
