“Yes,” Hadjar confirmed.
“Good,” the dwarf nodded in approval. Then he approached the body, ready to pay his respects.
Albadurt gently placed the dragon’s severed head on his cooling body’s chest, then drew his axes and struck them together several times. At first, nothing happened, but then tendrils of stone emerged from the snow. They intertwined, forming a small but elegant and beautiful stone sarcophagus over the body.
The dwarf ran his hand along its edge, and symbols appeared wherever his hand touched the stone.
“Here lies the glorious Gardagrag, the Wild God with a mortal heart. May the High Heavens greet you with boundless vastness and endless tailwinds.”
Then, speaking words of honor in his own language, the dwarf wiped away a tear and placed his half-eaten muffin, which
