The following day, after relaxing in the town of Lakewake, we continued our flight to Durinhold, the dwarven nation.
We could see the white peaks in the distance, but we didn’t realize how incredibly tall it was until we got closer.
’Even if we wanted to fly above it to reach their country, I don’t think it would be that simple...’ I thought.
When we descended to the ground, we saw a camp with a few tents right beside the white rocks at the bottom.
Two dwarves were sitting under the shade discussing with each other, and when they saw us approaching, they hastily stood up.
"Hi, excuse . We are looking for the entrance..." I said, waving at the two dwarves.
"Aye, Domi. Ye heard that? They are looking fer the entrance! Ahahaha!" said one of the dwarves to his companion.
"Aye, I heard it, Romi. Maybe they are greenhorns around here!" his friend replied, letting out another laugh.
"Uhh, one second..." I said to the two, opening my void pocket and grabbing Dhorc’s coin.
"Oi, wait. Domi, look!" said one of the dwarves as he held his friend’s shoulder.
"Huh!? Brat, you had a coin, did ye!? Then why didn’t ye lead with that!?" Domi said, laughing loudly again.
The two dwarves introduced themselves right after that interaction. Their nas were Domi and Romi, and they were brothers tasked with scouting the other side of the mountain.
They explained that the entrance to Durinhold was a few kiloters south of where we were and promised that we wouldn’t miss it once we saw it.
Out of curiosity, I asked what they were supposed to be doing so far from their territory, and they said it was the king’s order.
"Apparently, one of our brothers felt the breath of a devil ’round the borders, so now we are scoutin’ this area..." Romi said.
I didn’t know this, but most dwarves weren’t adept at using magic. However, they made up for it with their heightened senses and strength.
They were the race that was the hardest to hide from since every dwarf was able to sense magic or demonic energy at a much higher level than the others. Even so, most of them couldn’t cast a single spell.
That’s why dwarves relied heavily on their machines, as it was the best way to recreate what magic could do.
The two brothers were enjoying the chat, and when they asked who had given the coin, I told them it was Dhorc, who was the sa dwarf that made my engagent rings.
"Ah, so brother Dhorc’s keepin’ his boots on solid ground. If ye see him again, tell him to write from ti to ti!" said Domi.
"You know each other?" I asked.
The two dwarves nodded. I had forgotten about this, but Dhorc did tell one ti that everyone inside Durinhold knew each other.
Once I told them that I would pass their ssage to Dhorc whenever I saw him, they pointed in the direction of where the entrance was located, and our group kept moving after thanking the two friendly dwarves.
It was taking us a bit of ti, so we decided to fly the rest of the way, and after a few minutes, we found the entrance that the dwarven brothers said would be hard to miss—and they were right.
There were two massive columns stuck to the mountain, made with the sa white marble material that was so abundant.
In between, giant double doors covered in engravings stood tall, covering the entrance to the inside of the mountain.
There was a single dwarf standing guard in front of the door, and as we descended to the ground close to him, he didn’t even budge an inch.
People were usually surprised whenever they saw us coming down from the sky, even if they were mages. But this dwarf was utterly indifferent to us.
Not wanting to commit the sa mistake as before, I took out Dhorc’s coin before speaking with him, catching the attention of the dwarf.
"Visitors. What’s the reason for your arrival?" the dwarf asked, his accent non-existent.
"We wanted to take a look at the secret weapon..." I replied.
The dwarf stayed silent for a mont, his indifferent expression unchanging as he scanned everyone in our group.
"That woman..." the guard said, pointing at Nessa.
"She has a strange sll..." he continued.
’Uh, oh. Is he going to deny her if he learns she is a devil?’ I pondered.
"Oh, don’t worry about it. She is with us. I guarantee she will behave," lina interjected.
After the dwarf stared at lina for a few seconds, he stood to the side, making way for us to approach the door, and told us to raise the coin before it.
Following his instructions, the coin started to glow at the sa ti as the engravings on the doors and opened up slowly.
It was like going inside a cave tunnel, illuminated by torches on the sides that weren’t enough to let us see the end of the underpass.
As we kept walking through the dark tunnel, we spotted a small tent with torches around it and a dwarf sitting beside it.
The mont he saw us approaching, he bolted up with enthusiasm from his seat and ran up to us to introduce himself.
"Visitors, finally! My na is Dulmar, and I’ll be your guide!" he exclaid.
"Uhh, hey. Our guide? How did you know we were coming?" I asked.
"Well, I sensed the entrance was opened with a coin, so I ran all the way here as fast as I could!" the dwarf said, still enthusiastic about the situation.
Dulmar explained that one of his jobs was to be a guide for visitors. However, given the fact that dwarves barely got any new people coming in, it was a job that he never had the opportunity to do.
Whenever there were no visitors to guide, which was all the ti, Dulmar worked at one of the forges in the capital.
That’s why he seed so happy about us arriving—because he could finally do his job as a guide.
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