Chapter 168: The Diplomat's Ledger
Draven left the Great Forge behind, trusting Cole and Bram to stall the catastrophic production of the Dwarven siege weapons.
SCREECH!
The massive iron chains of the mechanical lift groaned in protest as the platform began its long ascent. The oppressive, scorching heat of the Stoneheart City slowly began to fade.
Draven stood near the edge of the iron grate. He watched the roaring magma rivers shrink into glowing orange lines far below him.
The heavy scent of burning coal was soon replaced by the crisp, cool aroma of cedar and blooming night-flowers. The lift arrived at the Root District.
Draven stepped off the platform. He adjusted the heavy iron chainmail of his assigned body.
The guard named Haldor was slow and physically weak, but his low rank provided the perfect camouflage. Nobody looked twice at a tired, middle-aged guard walking his patrol route.
