Gareth
"I think they mentioned Port Sarim or the Wizard's Tower. They didn't seem to be sure," Gareth said with a shrug, unsure why Sir Amik was so fixated on finding them, when he faced far more pressing issues. Then Gareth's expression turned apologetic. "As for the armour... apologies, my lord, but it can't be done. I'm already running out of metal as is. Tomorrow I'm supposed to receive another shipments from the dwarves, but with the mine taken... it won't come."
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Joric Ironfist
"Either that, or yer running away."
The dwarf stepped forward with an angry expression. "Ice Mountain is
that
way," he said, and began shoving two of the dwarves back in the direction of Falador. "What kind of dwarf abandons his home? You've no reason be down 'ere. A bunch of sailors and farmers aren't going to follow you up that mountain. Come on, follow me!"
And without waiting to see if anyone would actually follow, Joric was already jogging back toward Falador.
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Darcius
There was a crack, followed by the fall of timber, as the tree fell. Without wasting any time, a group of men immediately began sawing off branches and logs.
Darcius watched the process, his true thoughts and expression hidden beneath the helm. He had always made a habit of walking among his men. It reminded them that he was present, that he was listening to their concerns, and it also shushed any talk of desertion or mutiny.
One of his Lieutenants approached him. "Sir?" the Lieutenant asked reluctantly.
"What is it?" Darcius asked, still watching the work.
"Why aren't we attacking?"
Darcius turned. "What?" he said, as if his subordinate had just asked why humans couldn't float on air.
"Why aren't we attacking? Those tunnels lead right beneath the city. But you collaps-"
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
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