07-13-2019, 07:53 PM
An audible clank filled the cavern, as the shadowy figure sheathed his axe. Seconds later, he produced a lantern, and held it up to his face - revealing an iron helmet, a gold-lined chef's apron, a thick red-brown beard, and two rows of angry Dwarvish teeth.
"How can yer no' be kennin' who I am?!" the dwarf roared incredulously. "Me name's Runrik. Head chef o' Kemmelhearth. I'm the only dwarf under the entire continent who can make ginger biscuits ter the standard tha' Henrik demands. He'll be expectin' his next hundred biscuits before sundown, so if I don' ge' runnin' away soon, he'll be fumin' a' me!"
Runrik then took a sharp left turn, and dashed down a tunnel that neither Rupert nor Conor had spotted in the sheer darkness.
"How can yer no' be kennin' who I am?!" the dwarf roared incredulously. "Me name's Runrik. Head chef o' Kemmelhearth. I'm the only dwarf under the entire continent who can make ginger biscuits ter the standard tha' Henrik demands. He'll be expectin' his next hundred biscuits before sundown, so if I don' ge' runnin' away soon, he'll be fumin' a' me!"
Runrik then took a sharp left turn, and dashed down a tunnel that neither Rupert nor Conor had spotted in the sheer darkness.
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