Few days later.
Kroooh! Kroooooh!
A heavy dwarven cart rumbled past, its wooden wheels creaking under the weight of iron ore. A group of dwarven miners walked alongside it, their boots thudding against the dirt road.
One of them paused and glanced to the side, where a certain human was sprawled out on the grass, sleeping soundly against a wooden fence.
"By the forge... 'e's at it again, innit?" one dwarf muttered, stroking his thick beard.
"Aye. Right there, sleepin' like a sack o' potatoes," another replied with a shake of his head.
"Shh... don't wake 'im now. Or 'e'll start talkin' to the air again," an older dwarf warned, waving his hand.
One of the younger dwarves snickered. "Crazy human, that one. But harmless, I'll give 'im that."
"Come on, move along. Let 'im rest," another said, nudging the young dwarf forward.
They continued walking, some chuckling, others shrugging, leaving Hazuki to his roadside slumber.
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