Chapter 379: Play Toss the Dwarf
Max had been near a few dwarf ale and beer houses in Peltagow, but he had never actually stepped foot in one. The noise inside made him wonder just how many armies must be inside.
“It’s so loud,” he moaned at first, his Sonar skill taking the brunt of dozens of conversations all being had at the same time, each person almost yelling to be heard over the din. “How many are in there?”
“Maybe a hundred,” Batrire shouted, seeing him wince for a moment. “It’s a slow day! Sometimes there would be benches and tables out here. Plus, there aren’t any dwarves playing with axes, so Mom must not want to deal with the rowdy ones.”
He glanced at Tanila, who was smiling. Her eyes darted everywhere, watching the dwarves who staggered by, enduring the cacophony of noise that came from every bearded being present.
A loud roar suddenly erupted inside, and a dwarf who reminded Max of Buwingrid on the other planet appeared at the doorway. He was easily over six feet tall and almost as round as two dwarves. His brown beard hung down over his rotund belly, and a leather apron with lots of stains had small metal hooks with clasps on it. A few had cups clipped to them, making clanging noises of metal on metal as he swayed from side to side, a normal-sized dwarf caught in his meaty grip.
“I said, NO MORE!”
With a simple twist of his body, the dwarf he had once been holding went airborne. Max was about to move to try to catch the flying dwarf, only to realize that it was a perfect toss, and after the black-haired dwarf reached the highest point of his flight, he came crashing down into a pen filled with hay.
Cheers came along with laughter and applause of the dwarves outside, as the entertainment landed in the middle of the padded area.
Batrire had froze, a dozen yards from the doorway, and Max could sense her trembling slightly.