The old dwarf took some time to recall the purpose of this meeting—to understand the intention of the magicians to prevent them from becoming entangled endlessly. So Langda said, "Please explain why you think this place is your homeland."
Soraya's face flushed pale and green; he couldn't answer this question because he swore not to reveal the related secret.
This expression aroused more suspicion among the dwarves, and the little goodwill that had just been established vanished again.
"Such conversation won't serve any purpose." Langda waved his hand, "If you say nothing, should we return to the state of lockdown? Magicians, I think you had better leave here and never return."
"We..." Soraya glanced at his companions and found that they had no better solution. Reaching this point, he had few choices, so he braced himself and said, "We need two things from Dwarf City, and then we can leave. We are not ungrateful, so we will provide services using our magic abilities in exchange."
