C167 Refugee(1)

The old dwarf's brow was slick with sweat, not from fear of Salisberg but from the worry that being targeted by him might jeopardize the mission. With no other choice, he confessed, "My apologies, Lord Salisberg. I acknowledge my mistake and assure you there will be no further breaches of the auction's rules..."

Salisberg burst into laughter, "You're a guest of the Gold Hammer Tribe