Before Daitza can mention the last Dominion's name, she's cut off by the murmurs of dwarves reaching her ears and yours.
You stare in front of you and notice four humielets blocking a good deal of the path, crouching next to the walls on the sides and applying a gray paste in-between the cracks with a flat, triangular-shaped tool in their hands. The paste is kept in a bushel placed on the middle of the road.
One of the dwarves working on the left wall stands up, walks up to the paste-filled container, sinks the triangular hand tool in it and goes back to sealing the fissures, but not before giving you a weird look. The others are so focused in their tasks that they don't notice your presence, or just don't care.
Two of the workers are talking to each other in Dwarvish. One of them is an extraordinarily hideous humielet with a scar on his right cheek; the other is a dwarf you're pretty sure you saw before... oh! He's the guy you healed at the hospital. George was his name, you recall.
The ugly one seems to be complaining about something, judging from his furious voice and the scowl on his face that does no good to his already unfortunate looks. "... fucking TIRED of doing this everyday... earthquake after damn earthquake... the whole fortress is gonna crumble if it goes on like this..."
"Chill, Kholgarsh" his companion replies. "Our shift is almost over. Remember – four hours of repairing damages, four hours of training in the barracks, four hours of doing guard duty… and then we’re free. That’s the way it is for all men.”
The angry dwarf remains silent, his frown becoming more pronounced, giving place to a look of great wrath in his eyes. It’s clear that immense hatred is building up within him, and the other guy notices this. “Errr… is everything alright?”
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>>5157076Hopefully I got it right this time 