Morgan responded, then pushed the door open and walked in. Lynch and the others had to slightly bend their waists; otherwise, they would leave a mark on their foreheads at the stone archway. They found themselves in a long, low room where the oil lamps on the ceiling had just been lit. The light was like the morning sun, not bright but very warm. There were also many thick yellow candles placed on the polished, shiny Black Wood table. An old Dwarf was holding a fire stick, his hands slightly trembling, preparing to light them.
"Welcome to my home, children." Old Weite said while lighting the candles, "I saw from the window that not all of you are Dwarves. So, I thought you might need some light."
Seeing the old Dwarf's grizzled beard and monocle perched on his wrinkled nose, Lynch suddenly remembered his mentor, Caso. His teacher used to light the library lamps in the same posture, and Lynch had even invented a little trick to lessen the burden for his teacher.
