The sunlight shone at an angle, and the wind blew gently through the mountains and forests.
The dwarves were all tied up like cargo and piled together. The Silver Moon Knights spread out, with some still searching the mountains for any remaining dwarves who hadn't been caught. Even though Club claimed all his men were here, Carl didn't seem to believe him entirely.
As for the problem Club didn't know how to describe, Gray didn't respond, only continued to quietly watch him.
This made Club start to break out in a cold sweat, and he began to spout nonsense one after another:
"How about I toss you an apple?"
"Or give you a manicure?"
"I can also do belly dancing... uh, if you don't like it, I can also scrub your back?"
Club babbled on incoherently and the dwarves nodded in agreement, making muffled noises along with him.
Standing beside them, Shelley was so embarrassed she couldn't hold her peace, and interrupted with her hands on her hips: "Is this how dwarves plead for mercy?"
