In a room lit only by an oil lamp on a square table.
A muscular dwarf and scrawny old goblin sat on two sides of the table. There was a bottle of alcohol, two cups, and some peanuts on the table.
"Issen Castle has already closed all exits and expelled all other races. Even if the racial war starts again, I am very sure that Issen Castle can hold out," the dwarf said loudly as he took a big gulp of alcohol.
"To us, goblins, war is just a different way of earning money. The prices for food and weapons will soar during wartime. Five years ago, we have already saved up enough food, and we can sell your weapons to any place that needs them." The old goblin smiled, revealing his blackened and yellowed teeth.
