„Don’t burn my beard young beardling! Pull the trigger! Now!“ – Balgar stood next to the flame cannon and shouted orders to the young dwarf. A hissing and snarling sound reached his ears. Had the milk beard followed his orders?
That was exactly the thrill Balgar liked so much. King Alrik was right, the machines were new and unpredictable, but in Balgar’s eyes they were essential for the defense of the great halls. He returned from his thoughts and saw the flames flickering from the muzzle. The cannon was ready, a few more moves and the hot oil mixture could be shot out of the muzzle against the enemy. But what was that? “Glonda, pull the damn trigger or it wi……..”
