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Peril in Mynadar
by Tumaros Treesoar
Epilogue
"What is it?" asked the dwarf king.
"Me lord," began the small dwarf, fumbling with his pickaxe. "The miners guard has reported a slight problem..."
The king of the dwarves leaned forward in his seat. "An' what might that be?"
"Well, y'know how we've been attacked by what seems t' be a never-ending stream of goblins in th' past few days?"
The dwarf king nodded.
"It appears that...well...after we kill one, it sits there for a minute or so, and then...well, me lord, it comes back to life."
The dwarf king crossed his arms and smiled. He turned to Ekwin, his right-hand man, and they both figured the same thing.
"Mortos," muttered the dwarf king, spitting as he said the name of the lord of evil, which was recently banished to the realm of the gods. "He's up t' his devilish tricks again."
Ekwin nodded. "We have no choice but to continue killing them. Send word to the miners guard to come as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir," muttered the small miner, and he scurried off.
The dwarf king crossed his arms and shook his head. "It's amazing...th' miners..."
"It is indeed," murmured Ekwin, nodding.
"I mean, a small dwarven town like Mynadar is now one of th' most popular trading centres in the world. It's a tough job t' rule..."
"Good thing we have a king like you, Gondric." Ekwin smiled.
"That's Gondric Mithrilfist, t' you," laughed Gondric, finally able to use his imposing last name with pride.
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