If it weren't for Eric, Luban would probably have been eaten by magic beasts.
Of all the Dwarves, he was the one who regarded Eric most like a junior. In the past few days, his big beard had been soaked wet from crying. Iris was both sad and had a headache over it.
After venting his emotions, today he finally pulled himself together, carrying his hammer and shovel to fix the heated bed for Eric's house.
The heated bed had been more than half collapsed; it could only be demolished and rebuilt.
Holding his tools and preparing to work, Luban heard a call from behind: "Luban, you came too."
He looked up; it turned out to be Bruno and a few other Dwarves.
Bruno's red hair seemed to have faded a bit. He pointed inside the house and said:
"I came to fix the heated bed and walls for Eric. First, we'll make a temporary bed and move Max to the storage room. We'll fix this room before letting him sleep on it."
