Chapter 22: A Sword Fit For a Beast King
"Have you been well, Beast King?" Thrain greeted me, arriving at the large wooden wall that surrounded my territory. Behind him, nearly a hundred dwarves followed, all of them holding armor and weapons in their arms.
"I have been, Thrain. How is your king doing?" I replied easily.
Roughly two weeks had passed since my meeting with Vargan, and the dwarves and cyclops had worked quickly. I had requested as many sets of weapons and armor as they could make in a reasonable time for my army, and they had delivered.
"He's doing well. He's been very busy with making your equipment," Thrain grinned roughly, "I think you'll be pleased to see how it turned out."
I nodded, a small excitement building up within me.
The Dwarven King himself had made me a weapon and set of armor - how could I not be excited?
I quickly ordered Raya to deal with the rest of the supplies the dwarves were bringing, and she got to work - ordering around the nearby four-legged wolves to bring the supplies into my territory.
"He would've liked to give it to ya personally, but he needed to work on preparing our own forces for the war," Thrain grunted, reaching behind him and pulling off the massive bundled sack that was hanging on his back.
He laid it on the ground, unraveling it as a clang of metal rang out.
As I looked at the result of Vargan's work, I couldn't help but be... underwhelmed.
"It's... nice?" I muttered, trying not to be rude in front of Thrain. The armor looked rather plain, just looking like a typical set of iron armor - there was a chest plate, leg guards, and a basic helmet with a visor.