Azkar lay down on the edge of a large fountain, the cold rocks that formed the ledge providing a much welcome cooling touch to his suffocated skin.
His left arm was rested over his forehead, also serving to shield his eyes from the streaks of lighting seeping into the cavern.
This was as close to the surface as one could get in the inner citadel without actually leaving the walls of the citadel and it was also the only place where the natural lighting still reached.
Azkar had come out here hoping for a moment of peace and quiet, without the echoes of burning embers and hammering of steel that was ever present in dwarven territory.
But Azkar now questioned the wisdom of his reasoning for allowing himself so close to a water body, providing a certain annoying woman a chance to reach him.
"Do you even hear my words? Azkar!" Celeste snarled, her voice projected from the pool where the tips of Azkar's fingers rested.
