#dwarves

"OWWWWWW!"

Rogvier entered the emporium. As he did he was assailed by all manner of scents and aromas. The smells of all the spices, soaps, and beard oils, mingling together into a potent but not unpleasant smell that hung heavy in the lungs. The dim lighting of the shop shone on all manner of mechanic all wrapped in fashionable packages and arranged carefully.

Her father was still shouting downstairs. Thrandi hurried round her room, throwing clothes, beard clasps, jewellery and hair bands into a leather satchel. She must be ready for whatever small chance she got to leave this house and find Byli!

Byli woke with a start.
He was disorientated and thirsty
He must have been asleep all day...

"BETRAYAL!" Kandral bellowed so loud the mugs fell off his shelves in his homestead.

Thrandili tried to get her breath back, but it felt like there was a whole nest of baby drakes fighting in her belly. One little kiss and her world was blown apart. She dropped the heavy pouch of zircons on her bed and listened. Was Byli still downstairs? He wouldn't come up, would he? For one mad moment, she wished that he would. Her parents were away and - no no, she shouldn't think that. She was the daughter of the Uzbad.

Normally I wouldn't write about our drill exercises as they are pretty common. But today was not just an ordinary drill. Apparently The Blue Mountains Regiment was invited to the White City to show their discipline over there. Although nobody had told us there were that many chores to do!

So off we went and arrived on top of the citadel were we prepared for inspection and performed our exercises as instructed by our Lord Alhvar