Chapter 11 - Brave Enough

The left high and dry city of Dirkk disturbed me the second time we had to walk through it even more. Our new dragon companion perched himself on top of a nearby building, keeping a close watch on us frail little elves. We climbed the shallow stone stairs to the entrance of the castle. A dwarven pattern was engraved into it. Dwarves took their stone carving skills seriously. A big part of the Muoen Nation was mining and blacksmithing like elves cultivated magic and vegetarian foods.

Sellion had tried pushing the doors open, only to find out they were locked. "What kind of imbecile locks the castle up before leaving indefinitely?" He tried thrusting his elbow through the door, hoping for something to happen. When nothing did, Sellion stomped around to the side of the building.

"I bet someone like him would," Essaerae jokingly suggested to me. We followed him around the corner.