2025-05-27 03:02:52Chapter 83 – Ale and Arcana: Tales by the Emberlight
"Do such wonders truly exist in this twilight-choked realm? You speak as if paradise itself took root in the Ashen Barrens!""And you claim that a fortress-wall, tall and true, was conjured in less than two cycles of the sun? Madness, I say—sheer lunacy!""Thrain, friend—has the grief of landslide and loss so shaken your soul that you’ve taken to weaving dreams from ash?"The gathered dwarves sat in a circle of flickering torchlight, deep within the bowels of an obsidian tavern carved from the stone of mourning. And none among them could accept Thrain’s wild tales of Elias’s sanctuary among the Ashed Lands. A realm of such comfort—of such impossible invention—sounded more like the delusions of a grief-drunk fool than any place rooted in soil and stone.Yet Thrain, with spark in his eye and froth upon his beard, slapped the oaken table and swore by the Forge-Father himself, "Then may you
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