"What do you mean, Alfred!?"
A shrill woman's cry echoed through the deep chambers of the Bronze Blade Merchant guild in Hansberg. The petite dwarven heiress scowled, her face twisted like the crumpled document in her hand.
The atmosphere darkened as the candles flickered.
Two female guards blocked the entrance, their faces void of emotion or thoughts other than stopping anyone from harming Lun Bronzeblade.
""Stop right there.""
Both women spoke with deep, low-pitched voices as they lifted their swords at the man named Alfred, who turned to leave.
""The lady has yet to allow you to leave.""
Armed with armour crafted with monster leather and hide, their blades thick, curved and heavy. Each one stood at a height of six feet two inches, around 189cm, bordering six feet three inches. Their builds lean, yet covered in sculpted muscles of dark bronze, shiny yet filled with hidden power.
