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*At the northern mines of Andoria*
The miners' camp was empty today; all the workers were resting, celebrating their king's anniversary. Only the mine foreman was at his post. As usual, he was reviewing the data on mineral extraction and comparing it to the number of orders. Having finished his work, Matveg decided to have a snack and took out a vegetable stew, fish broth, and fish pastries from the ice chest. Sitting down at the table, he drank some broth and was about to start on the stew when someone knocked on the door.
"Who the hell is that?" he muttered to himself and went to open the door.
Two strangers were standing on the doorstep. One was dressed in dark blue clothes, with a cloak made of black dragon scales draped over them, and the other was in a purple hooded robe, almost completely covering their face. The first stepped forward and introduced himself:
"My name is Anver Many-Faced, and I am the ruler of Renavia."
"You? This... this is a great honor," Matveg replied, flustered.
"Are you in charge here?"
"Yes, I am."
"Good, then I've come to the right place."
"What do you need?"
"I need a special ore that is only mined here."
"Which ore are you referring to?"
"The one with a pinkish hue," Anver said mysteriously.
"Ro... Roseverium?" Matveg clarified. "But it's not for sale; it's only used for the needs of our kingdom and only with the king's permission."
"Is that so? In that case, we'll go to him, and you'll fly with us."
"I? " the miner asked, startled. "But I can't... Wait, what do you mean, fly?"
"Trisvit," Anver nodded towards his silent companion.
The stranger in the robe went outside, knelt down, rested his hands on the ground, and began to chant a spell.
Meanwhile, Pensel was telling the council about what he had seen in the tunnels beneath the Castle. Those gathered in the council hall listened attentively. According to the knight, there were many tunnels, passages, doors, and traps in the Dungeon. In one of the corridors, he encountered several skeletons, which immediately attacked him. They managed to wound him, but he eventually defeated them and hurried back to the Castle.
"I wonder where they came from and how many there are?" Nemt asked worriedly.
"I'm more interested in what these tunnels are and where they lead," Radonar added.
"We can answer these questions by continuing the exploration of the Dungeon. But it would be better to gather a larger group for this, just in case there are others hiding there," Pensel replied.
"If we are well-armed, we won't need many people," Lecon objected. "And we'll need more fire to clear out this dark place."
"Maybe you meant to illuminate it?" Nemt asked, to which the blacksmith only gave a sinister smile.
"Your Majesty!" the steward burst into the room, looking frightened. "A'Mok and Sh'Ako... they're on the roof!"
"On the roof?!" Radonar exclaimed and glared at Nemt.
The wizard looked guilty and quickly hurried outside, the others following him.
Stepping into the courtyard, the king and his companions saw a pair of tailed creatures walking along the roof of one of the fortress towers. They walked along the building, looked down, and talked about something.
"What are they doing up there?" Pensel asked.
"It doesn't matter; they need to be taken down from there immediately!" Radonar exclaimed.
"Don't worry, the guards have been notified and are being sent to the roof," the steward replied.
"Sh'Ako, look, goblins have gathered below," the prince called his sister over. "They want to catch us!"
"Ugh, they're so disgusting, especially the one with the crown," the princess replied, looking at the gathered crowd. "Should we throw something at them?"
"Let's do it," A'Mok agreed and began to pry off the tiles.
Sh'Ako wanted to help her brother, but she stumbled, and her foot slipped. The prince only managed to shout something.
The miners' camp was empty today; all the workers were resting, celebrating their king's anniversary. Only the mine foreman was at his post. As usual, he was reviewing the data on mineral extraction and comparing it to the number of orders. Having finished his work, Matveg decided to have a snack and took out a vegetable stew, fish broth, and fish pastries from the ice chest. Sitting down at the table, he drank some broth and was about to start on the stew when someone knocked on the door.
"Who the hell is that?" he muttered to himself and went to open the door.
Two strangers were standing on the doorstep. One was dressed in dark blue clothes, with a cloak made of black dragon scales draped over them, and the other was in a purple hooded robe, almost completely covering their face. The first stepped forward and introduced himself:
"My name is Anver Many-Faced, and I am the ruler of Renavia."
"You? This... this is a great honor," Matveg replied, flustered.
"Are you in charge here?"
"Yes, I am."
"Good, then I've come to the right place."
"What do you need?"
"I need a special ore that is only mined here."
"Which ore are you referring to?"
"The one with a pinkish hue," Anver said mysteriously.
"Ro... Roseverium?" Matveg clarified. "But it's not for sale; it's only used for the needs of our kingdom and only with the king's permission."
"Is that so? In that case, we'll go to him, and you'll fly with us."
"I? " the miner asked, startled. "But I can't... Wait, what do you mean, fly?"
"Trisvit," Anver nodded towards his silent companion.
The stranger in the robe went outside, knelt down, rested his hands on the ground, and began to chant a spell.
Meanwhile, Pensel was telling the council about what he had seen in the tunnels beneath the Castle. Those gathered in the council hall listened attentively. According to the knight, there were many tunnels, passages, doors, and traps in the Dungeon. In one of the corridors, he encountered several skeletons, which immediately attacked him. They managed to wound him, but he eventually defeated them and hurried back to the Castle.
"I wonder where they came from and how many there are?" Nemt asked worriedly.
"I'm more interested in what these tunnels are and where they lead," Radonar added.
"We can answer these questions by continuing the exploration of the Dungeon. But it would be better to gather a larger group for this, just in case there are others hiding there," Pensel replied.
"If we are well-armed, we won't need many people," Lecon objected. "And we'll need more fire to clear out this dark place."
"Maybe you meant to illuminate it?" Nemt asked, to which the blacksmith only gave a sinister smile.
"Your Majesty!" the steward burst into the room, looking frightened. "A'Mok and Sh'Ako... they're on the roof!"
"On the roof?!" Radonar exclaimed and glared at Nemt.
The wizard looked guilty and quickly hurried outside, the others following him.
Stepping into the courtyard, the king and his companions saw a pair of tailed creatures walking along the roof of one of the fortress towers. They walked along the building, looked down, and talked about something.
"What are they doing up there?" Pensel asked.
"It doesn't matter; they need to be taken down from there immediately!" Radonar exclaimed.
"Don't worry, the guards have been notified and are being sent to the roof," the steward replied.
"Sh'Ako, look, goblins have gathered below," the prince called his sister over. "They want to catch us!"
"Ugh, they're so disgusting, especially the one with the crown," the princess replied, looking at the gathered crowd. "Should we throw something at them?"
"Let's do it," A'Mok agreed and began to pry off the tiles.
Sh'Ako wanted to help her brother, but she stumbled, and her foot slipped. The prince only managed to shout something.
