As expected, the two dwarf guards, who had long been starving for a drink, immediately showed their greed.
They couldn't care less about guarding the entrance anymore and stealthily crept towards the distant spot where the alcohol was stored.
"This is mine! Get your filthy hands off it!"
"Like hell it is! Weren't you just saying you'd guard the Ashen King's gates for life? Go ahead and show your loyalty—I won't stop you!"
There was only one bottle, and soon, the two dwarves were at each other's throats, their faces red with fury.
Orson grinned, grabbed Veijander, and sprinted deeper into the cave.
After running for about ten minutes, the cavern suddenly expanded into a vast chamber, and Orson came to a halt.
Ding! Ding!
A massive red forge stood before them.
Atop the forge, a towering figure over three meters tall was hard at work.