It was odd. Midas didn't know why, but he could hear the sound of a very heavy object falling.
The noise grew louder before suddenly, an anvil-like object fell to the floor before Midas, causing a large explosion of dust to scatter in the air.
A small cloud of dust formed, dispersing slowly to reveal Dorhal hidden within.
"My liege," Dorhal took a knee and bowed, "I have returned with the troll population. Should I call for them to come now?" He asked subserviently.
Midas's lip twitched slightly with irritation.
Dust had fallen everywhere, leaving chunks of dirt on the nearby buildings.
"D-Dorhal... put them in the line with the new goblins entering our city," Midas said in a low tone, containing his anger. He was pissed, since Dorhal had destroyed the floor in front of him.
"N-new goblins?" Dorhal raised his head, speaking with slight confusion in his voice. He turned, "Oh... I see." He stood to head toward the trolls that still seemed to be outside of the city.
