After leaving Deep Hammer Tower, Renato had wanted to look around the Duergar city. But being watched closely wherever he went was unpleasant.
Although he could not make out what the Duergar were discussing in hushed voices, whenever Renato approached, they would issue warnings, their tones threatening.
He suspected it had nothing to do with racial discrimination-he was simply too tall, and his gaze made these Dwarves uncomfortable.
In the end, he returned to the little house he had just been assigned.
The stone house was crude, but at least it had a door and a lock. Renato closed the door, shutting out the noise.
There were none of the magical lamps found along the streets inside, but the room was small, so it made little difference to Renato, who possessed darkvision.
Sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, Renato finally had time to reflect on the past few days.
Ever since his fall in Phantom Forest, he had been running and fighting without pause, leaving him no time to think about anything else.
This was not how he had imagined things. He had planned to travel at a leisurely pace, then enjoy life once he reached Spatia and sample the local specialties the young mage was always talking about...
Instead, an unexpected earthquake had hurled him into the Underdark, a place fraught with danger at every turn.
It had not really been unexpected, though. There had been signs of the earthquakes for some time, to the point that the adventurers in Brekka Town had grown accustomed to them.
The fault was his own. Despite learning about it early on, he had failed to take it seriously and continued his journey, hoping he would get lucky.
But now that it had happened, wallowing in self-pity served no purpose.
Renato could only