Chapter 89: Fury of the dwarf king

Foster crossed the city with a heavy step, accompanied by Lïanna who walked beside him, silent and worried. The macabre bundle he held firmly against him seemed to be heavy. Every step he took resounded in his mind like a gloomy echo, a constant reminder of the terrible threat now hanging over them all.

They soon reached the quarters specially prepared for King Thorgrim and the five dwarf guards who had survived the Eldorim tragedy. These were modest but warm quarters, where the dwarves had struggled to regain some dignity after the loss of their kingdom.

When they reached the door, Foster took a deep breath and knocked firmly. A moment later, the door opened slowly, revealing Thorgrim, seated around a large carved wooden table with his guards. The king's face immediately lit up with a warm smile when he saw Foster.

- Ah, Foster!" he said in a powerful voice, rising enthusiastically to his feet. I'm delighted to see you, my friend. What brings you here today?