Dwarf Kingdom. Evening.
In a small town near the southern borders.
A young dwarven kid walked through the empty streets of his small town and made his way toward the woods in the distance.
While passing through the final street, the old shopkeeper noticed the young kid jumping and trotting toward his destination with an excited look on his face.
"Oh, is our little Kifrid going to practice his sword today as well? Which big foe are you going to defeat today?"
Hearing the shopkeeper, Kifrid pouted and tried to shout in an intimidating tone, but his voice sounded just as adorable as he looked.
"Don't tease me, old man! I will become the strongest one day! I am Kifrid, the 'Invincible Warrior'!"
While saying those words, Kifrid raised his wooden toy sword towards the sky, and a proud smirk appeared on his face.
Hearing the young kid's words, the old shopkeeper could not help but find it amusing.
