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Unrest in the Land of the Dwarves – Part 05

“Damn it!”

Metal cups clanged as liquor sloshed dangerously close to spilling.

The three members of the Golden Boar Clan were gathered under a large tent, which served as a tavern for the clan and its affiliates. Despite being in a camp, alcohol flowed freely.

Night had already fallen outside.

Only men drank here, pairing distilled spirits with grilled minced meat. Barrels were emptied one after another. With more than thirty Dwarves drinking, even the air could get someone drunk if they weren’t careful. The Dwarves, however, seemed to relish the alcohol-steeped atmosphere.

“Ahh, this stuff really hits the spot.”

“Drink too much, and your wounds will sting.”

“Ugh.”

The three still nursed injuries from dropping a dresser on their toes. Healing magic could have fixed it, but the clan leader, an old Dwarf, had refused.

“Reflect on your actions,” he had said. Worse, the dresser was now wobbly