Divine Journey

- Yes, probably. Tan asked to have you sent to his residence as soon as you return from your journey.

- Well, I'll go today, but first, I'll spend some time with you.
For some time, Heimyr spent time with his family and friends, told them about his adventures, and learned the latest news – everything was as peaceful as before, and what could happen in this place? Even in the cities on the surface, which are closest to the borders with other lands, not much happens. Heimyr felt calm and safe. For a while, everyone forgot about their worries and had a good time. Heimyr asked to be provided with an axe and a shield, even the simplest ones, when he returns from the audience.
Soon, he was standing at the entrance to the town hall: a bridge stretched out to him across a wide and deep chasm that ran around the entire perimeter of the town hall. It seemed bottomless, so a single glance down from the bridge could immediately cause severe dizziness. Dwarves never neglect additional protection for cities and important strategic points, even if it seems impossible to penetrate them. Heimyr slowly walked forward across the bridge, filled with pride for his people, and found himself at the parade gates, which were wide and high. On either side, two equally tall stone statues stood, depicting unflappable dwarven warriors in full armor, leaning their axes against the ground. To see their faces, you had to tilt your head back a lot. And next to them stood living dwarven guards, smaller, of course, but just as imposing. Heimyr approached one of them:
- Greetings, warrior, I am Heimyr, son of Torald. Tan should be expecting me; could someone escort me to him?