At another sunrise, Durin stood on the city wall, looking at the magic army's camp and sighed.
The bare-skinned Otherkind have a natural love for play, without any barriers between them and nature, a familiarity that increases their numbers to such an extent that every few years they must be sent off to die at Zhen Nan Pass.
And the Otherkind have no concept of manners or shame, so seeing thousands of naked Otherkind playing risky games a few miles outside the city gate, Durin felt his optic nerve being assaulted.
Truly damn unlucky.
"Why not fire a cannon shot from the wall." Today on the wall was an elderly Commander of the human race, who probably thought that although Durin as a young man would certainly have the skill, his skin might not be as thick as theirs, so he kindly made this suggestion.
Durin shook his head and flicked his hand.
