At the inn

A minute later, I ran into Korant.

“Evening, Korant,” I murmured.
“My prince? Is everything alright?”
“Yes, yes, absolutely, I just felt strangely... erm... peckish. Shall we go to the inn?”

Korant’s response came as a silent nod.

Soon, we were inside the inn where the dwarves had already made themselves at home, their laughter and hearty tales filling the room. I joined them, taking a seat amidst the kinship of their merry group. It was a moment of camaraderie which I honestly hadn’t expected. The ale really did bring out the best in them Korant, always watchful, stood sentinel by my side. In his armored stature, he embodied a reassuring presence in this foreign land. Yet, as we raised our tankards in unison, I felt it would be only proper to invite him to join us.