Chapter 413: Game of Thrones—Dwarf Edition_2

"Come on, Aidan, it seems we need to have a serious talk,"

Dwarf conversations usually take place over a beer table, and today was no exception, especially since old friends were meeting. Muradin initially planned to only drink with Mo Fei, but soon several Dwarves smelled the beer and shamelessly joined in.

Muradin didn't drive them away; these Dwarves were familiar faces who couldn't resist the lure of a good drink.

Everyone gathered around the table and drank heartily, quickly warming to the atmosphere.

"Aidan, I think you should understand—uh (Muradin belched), it's no longer the wild era when Ironforge was first established. The Bronzebeard Clan has ruled Ironforge for a thousand years. If Bak wishes to exercise his claim, it's bound to get ugly, and that wouldn't be good for you, me, or anyone,"