Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 16Chapter 16: Overlords Hate Waiting
Thorn sighed under his breath as the dwarf envoy bowed so low he risked tripping over his own beard. It made sense to ally with the dwarves rather than fighting them if only because he was unlikely to be able to seal them in their underground caverns or exterminate them altogether. That didn't mean he had to enjoy it.
They were better engineers than anything the Empire had developed, and much better with metals and explosives.
After the best part of twenty years underground, they were also desperate for real meat. Thorn's initial good faith gift of half a dozen sheep had been met with the kind of eagerness dwarves were reputed to reserve for gold.
Now, the envoy his name in the dwarvish language sounded like boots on gravel sniffed, twitching. He muttered to himself in his own tongue, then asked, "Do my senses deceive me, great Lord? I would swear I smell beer."
Gnarl sighed. "The minions are bored, Sire. They've got into the brewe