Azkar frowned slightly, though it was not so visible since his features were obscured by his black face mask, as always.
He was seated in the central cavern of the dwarf king's abode, having finally complied with the dwarf king's summons at his own convenience as Azkar had already said.
There was a goblet held in Azkar's left hand and he swirled the contents of the goblet in his hands as he spaced out on the unending rant of the dwarf king.
War was coming, the dwarves knew it and Azkar knew it too. It was all Celeste's fault yet Azkar was the one who had to deal with the backlash.
The encounter of the troll golem with the Lord of Ruby scales had brought the adamantium ore to light again, and it was now obvious to the dragons that the dwarves still mined the dragon killing ore.
It had taken Azkar great efforts to keep this concealed for the dwarf king in honor of their alliance, but in the end, someone on his side had complicated things.
