Chapter Thirty-Two
Seeds of Doubt
Hilgur walked the streets of Dwarfhaven with a strange sense of relief. For the first time since he had met the Forsworn, he felt completely unburdened. He ignored the curious glances of other dwarves as he passed. Other than the council sessions, he hadn’t bothered to socialize with his new neighbors, but he was sure they recognized him easily enough.
A murmur of dwarven voices followed him as he passed. The underground city was not as sprawling as Dwarvenhome had become, but its high-vaulted ceilings carried sound for leagues in several directions.
He passed through the market district. His nose twitched at the mingling scents of cooked food and new-forged metal. His mouth began to water as he tasted the scent of a freshly made mince and mushroom pie
