Charter: Dwarf Settlement

Meanwhile, Olustin led them into a room with two stone beds covered in the soft wool of mountain goats: -I'm sorry, this is a dormitory and we have no more comfortable rooms.

-It's all right, we'll be fine, your village can cure Dolan, that's enough for us.

-Francie smiled and shook the dwarf's hand.

-We'll call you when Versavius' funeral begins, but now I'm going to the Mayor's office to give her a message. -said the dwarf, putting a red iron helmet on his head.

-We already have everything we need, thank you. -Said Stan.

-Okay. -Olustin walked towards Isis as he entered the ever-orange fluorescent room he saw her crying quickly, worried he took off his helmet and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.

-Darling! Olustin turned out to be Isil's husband. -He held out the handkerchief to her.

-Did you really bring his body? -Asked the dwarf with red, swollen eyes.

-Yes, the girl with the iron in her nose said Valafar killed him.

-My brother deserved a proper death, not murder.

-We can't do anything to him except give him a good funeral... Olustin frowned.

-Of course he stole my Siv, and now he thinks he can't be killed! Does he think we don't know that he's allergic to maple syrup, or that he's raising millions of hypnotized citizens to go to war with a neighboring Kingdom!? If I knew how to use Phillip, I'd take my Siv away from that vile pirate and watch him die in a pit of maple syrup! - She was mad with rage.

-We can only trust that these young travelers will be able to master Phillip, rein in Siv and steal the hypnosis spell along with the Declaration of the Realm. -He looked at Dolan floating in the luminous painting.

-My dear, do you feel a spark of familiar power in him as well? -Isil smiled as she saw her husband watching the boy intently.

-Yes, I sense an element of Stone Creation in him, but as soon as I saw these young men, there was a person among them recently who not only has a compatibility with the Will, but also a possible patronage of the dying family of Morselia, perhaps that person could play on Phillip? -Said the husband.

-I won't give them the flute just yet. Tomorrow they'll go to gather the necessary ingredients and you'll accompany them on your mountain goat.

-Are you sure?-She kissed her husband, Olustin wiped away her tears, and they went out together to prepare the dwarf's funeral. While the whole village gathered the necessary ingredients, Francie and Stan settled down in the guest room on blankets of ibex wool. The boy took out of his armor a sandy map of the castle and its layout, as if frozen in time:

-It's all so precisely labeled. .... -Stan said as he looked at all the magically drawn entrances and exits, and Francie got up from her bed to look at it too.

-How could an ordinary dwarf know the layout of such a huge castle, even if he was a cartographer, but did he know the King of Morsalia personally? -Francie wondered.

-You might as well ask me. -Isis entered the stone bedroom. -We're almost ready for the funeral, so I came to tell you in person.

-Thank you for your hospitality, can you really tell me about your brother? -Stan put the map down and looked at the village leader.

-Why not, it's his funeral today. -She smiled and abruptly sat down on the cold floor with a goat hair pillow under her.

TWENTY YEARS AGO: Versavius

-Brother! -A happy Isil ran into the stone bedroom.

-Isil! What's wrong? - the dwarf asked, jumping up from his bed.

-I've been formally invited to the castle by King Francis himself to sign the Declaration of the Kingdom! he said, waving a golden letter with the initials of a red-horned, nine-tailed fox.

-This is wonderful! Now we will work with the King! -replied Versavius.

-The letter also says that he would like you to be my confidant and someone who can oversee the restoration of his castle! Would you like to go? - asked the dwarf.

-Of course! I'd love to be your representative! -The dwarf replied positively, adding. -And I will accept the offer to look after the castle.

-Brother! Thank you for agreeing, we'll fly my Siva, it's been a while since he's flown and we'll get there quicker. -Versavius and Isil left to prepare for the great celebration, having been invited by King Morsalia himself.

All three tribes had been waiting for this celebration for many years, as there had been much robbery, murder and slavery in the small settlements due to racial differences, so the royal family decided to create a declaration of the kingdom for the sake of their country's prosperity and the resumption of normal life in the tribes without violence.