A strong looking dwarf walked up the small stone steps. The vision of the dwarf was clouded by an increasing number of smaller dwarfs, most of which looked as if they were local peasants from their bright leather vests.

Though Rez was much taller then the dwarfs, his height was matched when the small dwarfs climbed onto the steps in front of him.

He advanced into a small gap on the side of the crowd. He had a good sight of the dwarf when he walked onto the steps. The armored dwarf was now standing on top of a large stone brick facing the excited crowd.

His eyes scanned the room, checking if the required people were here. Once he had found them all, he took a step forward.

He raised his hairy hands and the noise suddenly died away. Only the fire torches leaning from the cold walls were heard. As the fire cracked, it echoed down the long hallways. The dwarf started to speak, but Rez suddenly realised that the language the dwarf spoke made no sense to him. A few words flashed through his memory, as if he had heard someone speak the language before. The large envelope shuffled around as he struggled to take it out of his leather sack.

According to the druid “Natarain” the D.M.A (Dwarf Military and Airforce) headquarters are proudly standing at the highest point of the Iron Fortress. That was where he would find Haltrant, the commander of the D.N.A (Dwarf National Airforce).

The hall started to fill with talking again, sighting the end of the speech. He started to examine the large, brown envelope, as he had done a few times as he irregularly stopped by an inn. He flicked the envelope over. A small, green stamp that had been sealed with some kind of magic was printed into the paper, making it look impossible to open. Not even Rez was told what it was. He was given two simple instructions from Natarain.

“Take this to the Dwarf Military and Airforce headquarters, and give it to Haltrant, Guard it with your life.”

If only that last request had been as simple as that, the world he was in would have not have changed. But when the sound of war bells ring and dozens of armored dwarfs rush past, you don’t want to be an unarmed messenger, you want to be Natarain.

And the words “guard it with your life” echoed in his head….

If only it were that easy…