The four dwarves stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. Conflicted emotions flickered in their eyes; Ang's words had clearly stunned them.
At that moment, Dana's voice suddenly echoed in their minds like a clear spring. "I'm asking you a question." There was a trace of contempt in his tone. He had clearly run out of patience.
The dwarf Toman muttered under his breath, "What do we do now?" His voice was filled with anxiety.
Because they were some distance away, Ang did not catch what he said. Still, the dwarves were clearly not as calm as they appeared.
"Their liquor tastes so good." The disheveled middle-aged dwarf licked his lips, his eyes brimming with intoxication, as though the effects of the alcohol had not yet faded.
He took a deep breath, as if trying to draw that fragrance back into his chest and savor the satisfaction it brought.
"It's all your fault. If you hadn't run off, how would we have ended up out here?" Toman's voice was thick with blame.
He lifted his head and accused the disheveled middle-aged dwarf.
"How did I run off? You were the one who insisted on coming out!" the middle-aged dwarf snapped back angrily.
At once, the argument among the four dwarves began to escalate, their words growing sharper and harsher.
They blamed each other, their voices full of anger and resentment. Alcohol had clearly pushed their emotions further out of control.
However, Ang and Linya could not understand Dwarven. They could only guess at what was happening from the dwarves' heated gestures and expressions.
"Ang, are they fighting among themselves?" Linya asked in surprise, her eyes wide.
Ang observed them carefully for a while, then shook his head. "Doesn't look like it... though it could be the alcohol."
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