“Dreyn!” he screamed with all the breath he could muster.
“It’s my brother!” the other exclaimed, jumping happily off a crane. “Oloice! Where are you coming from?” he asked.
“What do you care!? Why don’t you tell me why all this debris is still here, you lazy beer guzzler!”
“Ha! That hard head of yours must be filled with dust if you can’t tell that this is the result of another landslide!”
“Stop, you two,” Kalborg intervened. “Oloice, can you hear me?”
“Finally, someone competent,” the dwarf continued belligerently.
“We propped up the rocks, and the cranes are at work. What’s all this shouting about?” asked Kalborg.
“The entire Brownbear Clan is here to help us!” the dwarf explained, still yelling.
“May my beard fall out!” Dreyn exclaimed in surprise. “Did you say the whole clan?”
