Lynch pieced together the events and suddenly cast his gaze upon the Witch Demon's face. Heiss's golden pupils met the mage's eyes, the two spellcasters silently gauging each other's thoughts in a battle of wits conducted through their gaze. Lynch ultimately said nothing to the Witch Demon, instead turning back to face the Old Dwarf.
"I think there are still some dwarves who don't trust these foreign Snake-men and don't like them wandering the beautiful streets of this city," Lynch said. "Are you among those dwarves?"
"Yes, young human," Old Weite did not hide his thoughts. "I'm old now and don't like too many changes. I was keen on unearthing treasures in the Ridge Mountains when I was younger, but now I just want to peacefully live out my remaining years. If I were still the Dwarf King, I would halt the excavation of that cave and carefully investigate the Snake-men."
