Garek snatched the Acceptance Letter straight out of his wife's hands, and scribbled his signature across the bottom like he was stabbing the paper personally before he shoved it right back into my chest pocket.
Then, without another word, he walked out of the shrine.
Shaking my head with a chuckle, I gave Mistuki a look as if asking, 'This guy?' before following the meathead.
The moment we stepped back outside, the whole basin looked completely different from when I first walked in because the place that had been empty twenty minutes ago was now crawling with people.
Adventurers in full armor were hauling crates toward the big wooden living quarters on the eastern side while a bunch of bearded dwarves were yelling at each other near the loading docks sitting right under the mountain entrance, like this was some kind of industrial war zone.
