It rains a lot in autumn here, and it will rain for the next few days. Serena rubbed her nose. She was wrapped in a thick fleece in the dwarf tavern on a cold and wet rainy day.
"I always feel like I smell something strange." Serena drank beer, frowned and rubbed her red nose again, "It's a bit like sulfur."
"We don't use that." Felix reluctantly turned his gaze away from the dwarf waitress who winked at him. "We mine the gold ourselves. Your nose may not be used to the forest."
"Don't brag," Serena said. "I know the forest better than you do."
"Old Malcolm really doesn't know how to use explosives." Griffin looked at the wings of the Demon King from this window, "He has always been confident in his abilities, so he never borrowed the power of explosions, and only relied on his giant axe to open the mountain."
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