Interlude - Dwarven Capital

“That was very good, lass.” Grimhold stated after he finished the meal Griselda made.

Griselda beamed at Grimhold’s words, while giving a little smirk towards Mezza.

“I told ya my little Griselda could cook.” Narn boasted.

“Aye, that ya did. I can see why you married her mother.” Grimhold took Mezza’s hand in his and squeezed. “My Mezza is the best cook I have ever met, and I intend to marry her.”

Griselda’s smile slipped and turned into a tight line when she saw Mezza smiling back. “That is part of why we came here, to get his family’s blessing.”

Narn’s eyebrows rose. “Does she not...”

Grimhold cut him off. “What of our old friend? Still as pretty as ever?”

Narn, picking up on the fact his friend did not wish to talk about his family answered Grimhold’s question. “Aye, he still bears the marks from that day. The scar on his face is a testament to that.”

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Grimhold grimaced at the reminder.

“He is captain of the royal guards now.” Narn finished.

“His men come by the forge often.” Griselda chimed in.

Narn pointed to his missing arm with his remaining hand. “Aye, but never Fenrir. I think he cannot stand the sight of me and feels he failed.”

“There be enough guilt to go around.” Grimhold replied.

“Enough of the self-pity. Let us drink till we canna see straight!” Narn declared.

“Now that is something I agree with!” Mezza declared as she squeezed Grimhold’s hand.

Griselda stood up to grab the keg when the door swung open. Soldiers rushed in with their weapons unsheathed, filling the room. “What is the meaning of this?!” Narn demanded.

The soldiers parted from the door allowing a well armored dwarf with a large scar on his face to enter the room. “Grimhold you are to be taken into custody and brought to the king at once!”

Mezza squeezed Grimhold’s hand as he stood. “There is no need for such a reception Fenrir. We will come with you.”

Fenrir looked at the couple holding hands. “You should have announced yourselves right away, but it appears your mind is clouded by a woman and have forgotten your duty!”

“Watch yer mouth Fenrir. This is Mezza, my betrothed, and I will not have you talking down to her in any way!”

Fenrir just turned and walked out of the room.

“Ya best go after him lad. It was nice visiting, but tradition and protocol must be adhered to.” Narn commented.

“Stubborn dwarf!” Grimhold stated.

“We are both just as stubborn.” Narn declared.

“Should we not go with them Grimmy?” Mezza asked.

“Nah, it be best to get this over with.”