After walking along the streets for more than half an hour, Nalant and the others arrived at the foot of Furnace Fortress.
There was a road leading into the mountain ahead, but a large contingent of dwarven soldiers was already stationed there. Anyone wishing to go up the mountain had to undergo inspection.
"Nalant, let's stay at this inn for now. I'll have the innkeeper help us contact a dwarven forging master. As long as we find one willing to lead the way, we'll be able to enter the mountain!"
"The blacksmith shops we saw on the way here only forge weapons for ordinary merchant caravans. Once those weapons are transported back to the Alliance, they're merely sold to adventurers or minor nobles. The weapons and equipment inside the mountain are the truly superior goods!"
"No problem, Roel. I'm unfamiliar with Furnace Fortress, so it couldn't be better for you to make the arrangements!"
"Haha! I only heard it from others!" Roel sometimes found Nalant truly strange. Nalant's bearing was so calm and steady that he seemed even more like the heir of an imperial great noble than Roel himself.
Yet Nalant knew only a little about so many things.
If a small duchy could raise such an outstanding young noble, then surely his knowledge of the continent should not be lacking either.
Nalant had no idea what Roel was thinking as he followed him into the most luxurious inn at the foot of the mountain.
After entering the lobby, Nalant learned from Roel's introduction why the inn was so lavish. It had been opened by humans from the Sacred Alliance.
The dwarves allowed humans to settle on the open ground before Furnace Fortress Mountain. Of course, that first required a considerable amount of gold.
The inn's lodging fees were