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Walking into the chamber Lucian looked to see another pair of gates before him. The chamber he was within was a massive place that had similar ramparts from before surrounding the entire room from high above. This time though the Knight was welcomed with additional Dwarfs upon the ground.
These warriors were not as decorated as those ornate Longbeared ones but each of them were covered head to toe with the chainmail that Adok had first made for the Knight. Their bodies each had plates as large as their bodies as shields, so thick this metal that Lucian knew he would failed to slice through it.
Both sides stood their ground. Even as the gates to the outside world slowly began to shut themselves they were staring each other down, possibly weighing if a fight was needed. Lucian upon Nightshade, and the Dwarfs within their block formation were the foremost competitors. Yet as a wave of heat washed over their bodies Lucian heard the subtle growl of a beast rearing back to life.
Bok, the Kroxigor, was ready for a fight.
Neither side marched forward or tried to intimidate the other though. Instead Adok, dismounted from his wagon, walked to the side of Lucian as the other pair of gates began to open themselves. Those fighters in front of Lucian did not move, perhaps because there was no way for them to further prepare themselves for a fight.
AS these next pair of mighty doors opened Lucian saw that the same group of assumed to be elders walked through. Each of them sporting white beards yet one of them had the longest. He was clearly a warrior, one that Lucian felt had more skin that those common around him.
“Lucian the Durand.” He spoke surely and with force of will, “You bear the mark of Grimnir’s Slayers upon your chest, yet you stand resolutely before us with your mind intact. How?”
Lucian raised a brow to the Dwarf, but the creature was genuine in his question. The Knight had to admit there seemed to be something fierce behind the Dwarf’s eyes as he studied Lucian, an aged warrior looking at something he knew should not be truth.
Yet it was, and he wanted to know.
>Force of will
>Paying the fury with a tithe of slaughter
>Because our goals align.
