Chapter Forty-ThreeNews from the South
Barlo held his ax ready. A young dwarf with a black beard and green eyes popped his head out of the opening.
“Lorugo!” Barlo cried out in surprise, lowering his ax. “By the First Father’s beard, you gave us a fright.”
Barlo greeted the dwarf who had led them to Dwarfhaven from Belierumar. He realized he had lapsed into Dwarvish. He didn’t bother to translate for Iarion. The elf knew enough of the language to follow along.
“Sorry,” Lorugo said. “Everyone was taking so long to decide whether we should open the door. I am the only one here who knows you, and I know how important your quest is, so I decided to come up and have a look for myself to see if it was really you. They are all so busy arguing, none of them noticed when I left.”
“What does Ch
