Clank~
Clank~
Tilia frowned, she was most certain that she was underground. Yet the place was incredibly well lit.
The sound of metal against metal echoed across the walls. It was chaotic, the constant sound would bring someone a headache. She ventured forward, the part she was in seemed like a unused area. It was hollowed out, yet a layer of dust was on the floor.
As she approached the sound she was soon greeted by a horrid sight.
Several dwarves were working away. Hammering and refining various weapons and armor. Yet they seemed hallowed, devoid of any emotion. Their faces were dull and exhausted. Yet they worked endlessly. They paid no attention to her, focusing solely on their work. The heat of the place was suffocating. That much was obvious from the dripping sweat that pooled underneath the dwarves.
