"Don't hit me! Don't hit me! Uncle, we have guests!" Mez'dra cried hurriedly from behind the door.
"Guests, my ass! Aren't they just those little brats who keep stealing my wine?" The walking stick thrust in from outside showed no mercy, banging and sweeping wildly about. Mez'dra huddled behind the door, well out of its reach.
"We really do have guests, Uncle! I'm not lying this time! Stop that!" Mez'dra shouted from behind the door.
"Open up! Open up, you little brat! Are you going to open this door or not? Let's see what guests you've got! You're not fooling me this time!" The voice outside remained just as loud.
"I'll open it if you stop swinging that thing around! Otherwise, it stays shut!" Mez'dra called from behind the door.
He looked exactly like Yu Lin Bloodhawk and Lirath Windrunner when the two of them were together.
"Open the door first! If there aren't any guests, you're in for it!" said the voice at the entrance.
"It's a deal, then. I'm opening the door, but no hitting people once you're inside!" Mez'dra said.
"Open up! Are you opening it or not? If you don't, I'll smash your door to pieces!" the voice outside said.
"All right! All right! I'll open it!" Mez'dra opened the door with an utterly helpless air.
Through the open door came an elderly Wildhammer dwarf with snow-white hair and beard, leaning on a walking stick that tapped against the floor.
As soon as he entered, he saw Yu Lin Bloodhawk and the others.
Naturally, Yu Lin Bloodhawk and his companions no longer dared sit casually around the table. Everyone rose the moment the old Wildhammer dwarf came in.
"Bloodhawk City Lord?" Seeing Yu Lin Bloodhawk and his High Elf Gryphon Rider Bodyguards, Mez'dra's uncle froze on