Lurik harshly scolded the Dwarves at this outpost, especially the Dwarven Captain in charge of it.
Enduring the scolding, the two Dwarves did not dare to make a sound until Lurik said, "For now, I'm going to halve your beer rations."
"What! You can't do that, Yata!"
The Dwarven Captain's voice even carried a hint of fear, as if he couldn't imagine life afterward.
"No negotiation. We'll see about your performance later."
Alyris and George were somewhat puzzled, wondering if halving their beer rations was such a severe punishment.
Noticing Alyris' confused look, Kana explained with a smile: "To Dwarves, beer is like the blood in their veins. In Dwarven territories, beer is considered a strategic resource."
Alyris nodded, somewhat understanding.
As it was too late, they were temporarily arranged to rest in a room for the night.
However, the Dwarven room did not offer a good rest, and they woke up early the next day.
Outside, Lurik and the others were already prepared.
