Torin glanced at the trio with solemn eyes. He trusted their judgment completely, knowing they would never lie to him. These were men of keen observation and unyielding integrity, capable of seeing through any deception. The cities they described could not be illusions or temporary façades; they were genuine examples of what every settlement under Xaos Kingdom rule could achieve.
A pensive expression crossed the dwarf king's face as his gaze turned toward his people. Each of them had fought by his side, enduring the horrors of blood and steel to carve out their kingdom in the chaos of Ocenis. Yet, as he looked closer, he could see exhaustion etched into their faces. Their shoulders sagged under the weight of years of war. They were tired, weary of constant battles and the unrelenting threat of death. Many longed to lay down their weapons and live in peace, to return to their loved ones without the specter of danger hanging over them.