About a month ago.
That is, the day I escaped from Forneus's dungeon.
I had no weapons. But I received help from my beloved weapon, the mace made with dwarf technology. More precisely, I received help from Brug, who was rampaging with my weapon.
His axe in one hand, my mace in the other. That back, smashing Forneus's head who tried to kill me with the mace, I still couldn't forget.
But now that mace is held in my hand. What that meant was only one thing.
'This human bastard knows Brug's whereabouts.'
I hoped he was alive even if enslaved, or if he'd died, I'd at least make a grave in my dungeon. Brug was my life's benefactor, and I had to do at least the minimum for Brug.
So I must capture that human bastard alive. Capture him and find out how he got this mace. If he just picked it up, where he picked it up, if it's something bought at auction, which auction house he got it from, if he took it from the living person himself, where that party is now.
