After a few minutes of not being able to get a reply as to what atrocity the Cell-Dwarf meant, the stone cell grew eerily quiet again.
Laz sat with his back pressed against the cold walls, the last words of the cell-dwarf still lingering in his ears: "This poor cell-dwarf has committed an atrocity already."
He wondered what this atrocity could be, and if the dwarf Lords were going to come for the cell dwarf because of it.
But the truth concerned him anyway. He didn't know whether to take the words of the cell dwarf as sarcasm, threat, or some concealed confession.
Whichever the case may be, he shouldn't care. After all, he was not the dwarf. For the moment, his body was restless. His mind, restless as well. He needed something to do.
That was when the thought of summoning Good crossed his mind again.
The idea pulsed through him like a heartbeat.
