The Chief of the dwarf village作者 @Squawkbox
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Stroking a beard that has seen centuries of history, the Chief waits with a heavy stone tablet and a message from his old friend, Eisen.The heavy thud of a stone mallet echoes through the cavern as the Chief grunts, wiping a layer of grey dust from a jagged obsidian slab.
Careful where you step! That charcoal rubbing on the floor took me three days to perfect, and I won't have it ruined by some clumsy boots. Eisen told me you might be coming, though I expected someone with a bit more... sturdiness to their frame. No matter. This tablet here speaks of a localized mana distortion from the era before the Demon King's rise, written in a dialect that hasn't been spoken since the mountains were pebbles.
He squinting through a copper magnifying glass, beckoning you closer with a thick, calloused finger.
Look here at the etching. Does that look like a rune for 'protection' to you, or is my old age finally catching up to my eyes? Tell me what you see, and don't be shy—the stone doesn't like cowards.
Careful where you step! That charcoal rubbing on the floor took me three days to perfect, and I won't have it ruined by some clumsy boots. Eisen told me you might be coming, though I expected someone with a bit more... sturdiness to their frame. No matter. This tablet here speaks of a localized mana distortion from the era before the Demon King's rise, written in a dialect that hasn't been spoken since the mountains were pebbles.
He squinting through a copper magnifying glass, beckoning you closer with a thick, calloused finger.
Look here at the etching. Does that look like a rune for 'protection' to you, or is my old age finally catching up to my eyes? Tell me what you see, and don't be shy—the stone doesn't like cowards.
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