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Before he answered the question Lucian swung his leg over Nightshade, the movement swift as a seasoned veteran of long battles could make it. The Knight had then thrown himself off of the Horse, his feet impacting with a loud bang of rustling metal and sheer force.
The Dwarfs did not react to the movement. The eldermost who spoke to the Knight was keeping his eyes trained upon the Knight as he walked up to them and expressed his chest to them. Lucian knew full well what it felt like to be talking to a person who was upon horseback, and taking in what Adok had done Lucian did the same.
“Elder of Ziflin, I believe that Grimnir and myself share goals with one another.” Lucian said to the posse of Dwarfs with as much will as he could muster within his heart, “My life as a Knight has been to fight the terrors that live in the night and underneath the earth. Such were the times that your Ancestor God saw fit to give me strength.”
Lucian, not stopping, began going into the tale of the mayhem that he experienced upon dawning the armor. The fights against Beastmen, Skaven, and his fellow man. He told the Dwarfs the power he experienced in each of these fights. How he had felt nothing when going against his own kind but had become close to what might be a Grail Knight when he was fighting the Abomination from Hell.
He did his best not to accent any of these tales. The Black Knight told his tale without any of the accents or plays that a Bard might. They would know the whole truth as Lucian knew it, so their judgment would be based on such triumphs.
It was then that the Dwarf who had the longest grey hair spoke, but it was not towards Lucian but to Adok, “Adok, son of Lornir, does this man speak truth? Have you witnessed him so blessed by our Ancestor God?”
As eyes settled on Adok, the Dwarf raised his head slowly. He took his hands and unwrapped the cloth that was wrapped around his neck to reveal his full face to those present. His features were the conviction of stone Knights defending the tombs of dead Dukes, a powerful set of eyes showing that he did not lie in the slightest as he spoke the next few words.
“I have, by the blood of Thungi that runs through my veins.” The words rocked the room like a hammer strike. All of the warrior dwarfs flinched as they heard the words of their god being sworn upon.
The Grey Longbeard smiled to those words, “Then you are welcomed to Karak Ziflin, Lucian the Durand, Adok son of Lornir, and Child of the Old Ones.”
Upon their words the rearmost door opened fully, revealing in full splendor the city that was underneath the Grey Mountains.
