“Funny thing, you’ve hardly got in accent at all,” said the man.
“Had to grow up in the human lands,” Chmelyk said still bound and blindfolded, “You would know anything about that would you, King Magni?” The Dwarven king chuckled as he yanked the runecloth bag off of Chmelyk’s head.
“Aye, I do. Which is why yeh were . . . uhh . . . brought here.” Chmelyk looked around the room. It was made of stone entirely, a stuffed doe head was mounted on the wall. He was still tied to a wooden chair that was situated in the center of the room. The only sorce of illumination was the fire, it played long shadows over the room as Magni untied Chmelyk.
“Nice place,” Chmelyk said as he rubbed his wrists.
“Glad you can appreciate fine craftsmanship.”
“Only thing I appreciate is how you can stand there asking me for something for something. After what your bloody fath-,”
“Watch yer mouth boy! You may have lived in human lands but I’m still your king!”
“Oh, big dwarf wears his daddy’s crown thinks he can order me around like your father ordered mine ar-,” the rest of the sentence was lost as King Magni struck him down.
“Your father offered his services to King Madoran and was paid greatly for his deeds.”
“My father risked his life each and every day offering your father services, why beat around the bush? My father was a spy against the Dark Irons during the War of Three Hammers.”
“You don’t think I know that? When my father was on his deathbed he confessed everything to me.”
“Then you should know why he was exiled!”
“Keep yer voice down, I’m well aware of the circumstances. He destroyed the entire village, he was the one who gave up the position of all the Wildhammer and Bronzebeard spies that were in the city of Thaurissan, he was the one who lost us so many during that war.”
“Aye, and my father was blamed for all of it, exiled because of him, I grew up in a shack because of him!”
“A shack? Yer father was paid a chest full o’ gold.”
“Aye he was but by the time we made it to the human lands our chest was lighter. Buying the land and lighter again, we barely had enough money to buy the supplies and food.”
“Ye’ twit! My father offered him a chest full o’ gold every two seasons. It’s not the Bronzebeards fault yer daft father didn’t take it.”
“Alright fine, my father is too noble to take yer gold,” Magni chuckled, “What?”
“Get you angry enough and yer dwarven accent comes through like a dwarf women’s -.”
“Ok so since ye’ got yer goons to beat me, bind me, and drag me here. What in Azeroth’s sake would you want with me? My father is clearly the one you want.”
“Well we must take over for our fathers one day, and your’s is today.”
“He’s back, and its up you to pick up where your father left off.”