No matter what, Solam accepted the dwarves' proposal.
Solam also promised that they could rebuild their clan within his territory. He did not actually object to it. Rebuilding their clan might dilute Solam's authority, but so what? He would be gaining a group of such powerful dwarven subordinates for nothing, and the price was merely granting them a certain degree of autonomy. As far as Solam was concerned, he was getting the better end of the deal.
After all, they had promised to pay taxes and obey orders unconditionally. What more could Solam ask for?
Solam and Eberk did not avoid speaking in front of the others. As a result, everyone from Silverymoon turned green with envy!
Damn, his luck was incredible!
Without Solam expecting it in the slightest, such an enormous windfall had fallen right onto his head.
If Lansi Noda had not kept reminding herself that Solam was her friend, she would have been unable to stop herself from telling the dwarves that the Kingdom of Silverymoon had mines too and could grant the Copperbeard Clan autonomy as well! If they were willing, they could move to the Kingdom of Silverymoon!
More than forty thousand dwarves! What an enormous number that was. In fact, the total number of dwarves registered as citizens of the Kingdom of Silverymoon did not even come close to that figure. What was more, this was a complete dwarven clan, with everything it should have—and plenty it should not.
Just listen to what these dwarves were saying. They possessed a complete military-industrial system, from dwarven cannons to all manner of finely crafted dwarven equipment. They were even more formidable than ordinary dwarven clans! After all, not every dwarven clan could afford to have every dwarf leave other work behind to join military manufacturing. No