A pesant? Your dead. I can't even last long as a demigod



Dwarves! Real, actual dwarves! The strongest, bravest race in the world, the embodiment of everything Pard and I want to be!I nervously say hello to the one in front of me, and he introduces himself as Rith Subtleurn. Rith...even their names are strong!So nervous right now.... Pard and I engage in some small talk with them to try and melt the ice....The weather's still bad out there, so after a bit I ask if the two of us can stay the night. They say it's okay! I'm so relieved, dwarves aren't known for liking elves very much.As the rain carries on, we have a nice chat with the mound dwarves. They seem a lot more hospitable than the stories the other elves told us. They're a warm bunch, when you get to know them a little. Sitting with them I know the two of us made the right choice in leaving the elves--I don't think I've ever felt more at home than right now, and I'm sure Pard feels the same.When the rain lets up some, Pard and I head back out into the wilderness, "the Jungle of Lulls," the dwarves called it. We'll try to do some hunting and training, then head back to our new friends to spend the night.Hrrmmmmm.... We find some deer and a flock of emus later on, but we leave them all alone. They're too big, and their groups have too many close together...we're looking for something to train on, not get killed by.Helloooooo~The two of us use the little bugger as our punching bag for a while. Pard eventually ruins it by caving its head in by accident.... It's okay though, we got a little practice in before it died, at least. As our hunt continues, we find a couple other foxes and handle them the same way. We'll have to make a note of this, they seem to be really good for training on.We return to the mound for a lunch of fox meat and rainwater. I ask Pard if he can wait here while I head out this time; he's a big help, but he doesn't have enough finesse to keep an animal alive to train on....I push alone into the jungle, with more speed than before. I have to keep an eye on the skies--I do not want to be caught alone with the sun down.I keep moving, following my nose, when I take in a scent that makes me freeze.Human?My nose can't be wrong, I'm sure. Can it? But why would there a human out here, in between dwarf and elf lands? Unless....Our map says there's a necromancer's tower not too far to the west of the dwarves' village. But this is too far for one of those types to travel from their tower alone.... Isn't it?I hurry back the way I came, not stopping until I reach our new friends' mound.As the sounds of the dwarves' cheery talking reach my ears, the small scare is already vanishing from my mind. It's been a long first day, and overall a good one, I'd say! Pard and I have a small dinner of fox meat and find ourselves some space on the ground to get some well-deserved rest.I make sure to doublecheck the mound's door lock before I sleep, though....(I'm not dead Imma make this work somehow, okay >:C....hopefully xD)