2025-06-03 01:18:23Chapter 90: The Binding of Allies
In the heart of the celebration, Biru, the Dwarven King, found himself lifted by the jubilant hands of his comrades. They hoisted him high into the air, tossing him upward with joyous cheers, their spirits as unrestrained as the roaring fires of the hearth that warmed the tavern walls. His heart swelled with pride, not only for his game-winning hit but for the acceptance he had earned from those around him. As the festivities continued deep into the night, the ale flowed freely, spilling from tankard to tankard in a constant rhythm. The clinking of mugs and the hearty laughter of his newfound companions filled the air. The tavern was a kaleidoscope of mirth, where both the sturdy dwarves and the mischievous HobMankey alike raised their mugs in reverence to Biru's skill on the field. The dwarves, once stern and critical of his presence, had now thawed under the warmth of shared victory. They had come to re
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