The dwarves hesitated, exchanging glances, and after a deep discussion, three of them were pushed to the front of Lancelot. They seemed about the same age as Barrend but, unlike most of those present, they still wore blacksmith aprons instead of donned armor.
"We were the last to be transported here!" one of them said loudly, "We didn't hear the gathering alert, and by the time we realized something was wrong and rushed to the street, everyone had already vanished!"
"Did you notice Tijana's situation at that time?"
"What?" The dwarf roared, "My ears aren't very good!"
"No wonder..."
Lancelot shook his head and repeated his question, this time using True Qi to send the words directly to the dwarf's ear.
