The forging complete, the exhausted dwarves lay on the ground, fast asleep.
By the time they awoke, two whole days had passed. The originally cold and hard stone slab beneath them had been fully covered with soft blankets, and around them were the Lun Runes carved to isolate interference from the outside world.
The dwarves, though they were usually insensitive, could distinctly feel the courtesy and considerate treatment, which filled them with deep emotion.
Lord Loki, what a truly excellent god!
"Cough, the task is done, we should be leaving now."
Clan leader Ivald cleared his throat to remind them, and upon hearing this, the dwarves came back to their senses.
Wasn't the gold and the princess from the Dulin Clan still in the hands of the God of the Middle Court?
Realizing this, the gold-loving dwarves naturally couldn't stay put, and they hurriedly got up from the ground, calling over the temple guards who were patrolling the perimeter:
