================= Odum’s POV ===================
A girl’s yelp of pain echoed throughout a dark tunnel, and the dwarf who had just crawled out at the end of it had to turn back his head again. He saw Romaine clutching her forehead with tearful eyes as she tried to make her way out.
“What’s wrong?” The old dwarf patted the merchant girl’s left hand and saw that her pale forehead had a red patch on it.
His eyes bulged and exclaimed with exasperation: “Why did you knock yourself again? Didn’t I tell you that this tunnel was dug for my own personal use? It’s definitely going to be a low ceiling for you, so you need to be careful about how you move about!”
“But you didn’t warn me again after that.” Little Romaine clutched her head, complaining and muttering with a frown.
“Lass, this doesn’t need to be reminded all the time!” The dwarf sighed and lent a hand to pull her out from the pits, “Alright, how is it, do you still feel pain, girl?”
“Of course it hurts!” Came the reply without any hesitation.
“Well, you must hold it in even if it hurts. If we dwarves stubbed our toe on a sheet of metal, we wouldn’t even make a sound.” Odum went close to the forest’s edge as he spoke and looked down. The road to the mines was just below them. “Alright, we’re pretty much in the Silver Mines now. Quickly now, wear your bandana!”
But Romaine was apparently more interested in his earlier words.
“Is it really true?” She stared back with big round eyes as the dwarf made his way back to her: “Even if you stubbed your toe, you wouldn’t make a sound?”
“Of course.” The old dwarf clearly saw that the little girl did not believe him. He glared and yelled angrily at her: “Lass! I’m an old dwarf whose beard is longer than your hair. Do you think I’m lying!”
He watched Romaine flip open her bag and search it with great interest. Soon enough, she brought out a flat object that was black in color.
And his jaw soon unlodged itself and hung loosely.
“What is that?” Odum said with great suspicion.
“A metal plate!”
“What are you doing with it?”
“Testing if it’s true?” The merchant replied curiously with innocent eyes.
“Get! Why would a dwarf do such a ridiculous thing!” His expression immediately changed: “Lass, why do you even have this thing in your bag to begin with!”
Her reaction made him blink in an odd manner.
The merchant girl was tilting her head with a large smile, with her long finger moving across her face repeatedly as she spoke smugly: “Shame on you, you’re bragging! My aunt didn’t lie to me. She said dwarves love to brag!”
“What did you say!” Odum’s temper flared up and he raised his fist. But he suddenly remembered that she was a young girl and he had lived a long life. He could not possibly make beat her up or her aunt, for that matter. In the end, he coughed and reluctantly let it go. “Let me tell you, little girl, only witches w
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