Chapter Twenty-One
The Kinslaying
Barlo couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so tired. His exhaustion went right down to his bones. He shook his head when he imagined the scolding Narilga would give him if she knew the kind of battle he had just fought. He wasn’t a young dwarf anymore. He suddenly felt every century weighing down on him.
The winding trail that led through the Mountains of Wind seemed to go on forever. When they finally arrived at the stone doors of Dwarfwatch, Barlo had to suppress a sigh of relief.
“Welcome to Dwarfwatch,” the dwarf who led them said with a bow.
The interior of the city was beautiful in its own, sparse way. It was clear the dwarves who lived there focused more on the forging of weapons than the appearance of their halls. That was the price of
