“Sometimes, I can’t help but think that dwarves are descended from demons,” he remarked.
Helmer waved off the comment. “Nah,” he said dismissively. “I would know... wouldn’t I? Hadji, you’ve given me something to investigate. I’ll be sure to look under the Ruby Mountain on my way back and see if I can’t find some virgins to steal!”
Shaking his head, Hadjar continued to smoke, his mind still on the matter at hand. Suddenly, a clawed hand tapped him on the shoulder. It belonged to Helmer, whose skin was gray and resembled parchment more than actual skin.
“I’m here to cheer you up, Hadji,” the demon said. “You’ve been so grumpy lately. Cheer up! You haven’t got all day!”
Hadjar returned the demon’s gesture with an unfriendly one he had picked up in the Sea of Sand. The demon snorted i
