Chapter 171: The Berserker's Brawl
Draven left the quiet, glowing branches of the Elven canopy far behind. He descended the massive mechanical lifts, plunging back into the oppressive, roaring heat of the Stoneheart City.
Lyra was safely hidden in the upper gardens, utilizing Estella's smuggled Holy Star Crystal to brew the necessary antidote.
Draven had a few hours before the purifying elixir was ready. He needed to use that time to gauge the current political tension among the Dwarven populace.
He moved away from the heavily fortified military sector. He headed straight into the sprawling commercial district. The best place to gather unverified rumors and track civilian panic was always the bottom of a mug.
The streets here were packed. Dwarven miners, merchants, and off-duty guards bumped shoulders in the narrow stone corridors.
Draven kept his head down. He adjusted his heavy iron chainmail and played the role of the tired, middle-aged human guard named Haldor.
