Hans wasn’t completely sure whether or not to trust this “mor’du”. But he had to little time to spend on integration.”mister dwarf, please tell us where this trap door shall lead us? Is it underground safe house? Or does it lead to outside the city?”. He pleaded to the dwarf.
Hans slowly descended from behind the shadows of the pile of supplies, all of which was pushed aside by the dwarf. He had him followed him out of curiosity, when the whole attack ordeal was unfolding from outside the keep.
He himself wasn't to sure on why he was curious of this door to begin...
Hans was at death's doors. Crawling out of pure desperation from the approaching party of adventurers. He knew it was hopeless, he had no mana left nor was he in a fighting state, especially with his legs broken.
Suddenly a flash of blinding light engulfed the crippled trickster. When he opened...