Dayraven and Imharr turned around, their only remaining company for the moment the two stout Dweorgs. These two stood with their arms crossed, watching their fellow soldiers disappear in the rain. They were well more than a head shorter than the average man of the Mark or Torrlond, the taller being at least two inches under five feet. But Dayraven had no doubt about the strength in their broad bodies after witnessing the smaller one’s axe stroke. On their heads they wore solid helms with cheek guards and ornamentation in the form of bronze dragons breathing fire as interweaving knots. Dark
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