Cp 22

The gentle rain this evening felt different, colder than usual. Ah, it's not just tonight. This is the dwarf territory that has a cold temperature. To get to the place that is south of Deuglasia would take at least two weeks on horseback.

King Dyras ordered some of his men to meet with Goturnham, to negotiate. After a month and a half, however, Dyras’s affairs did not return. He calls up Patra to travel there to see if his emissary is still alive. He knew enough that the short man was not too fond of other tastes because of the past.

"When was the last time I made a long trip." He said with a dreamy expression. "What was in the war with Veirmesh? It's been a long time." Patra smiled askew.

Patra rubbed his hands together quickly. The Meindor mountainous region is frigid at night, while thick fog covers the middle to the top. Add to that the rugged and dangerous terrain, a place fit for their people.

"What good is it to live in a place like this? Troublesome." He snarled. "If only a gi