Quiet After the Storm

“...The Humans...!” “Where... quickly...!”

Footsteps and shouts echoed from everywhere.

“...The Dwarves... can’t be trusted...”

“...Immediately...!”

The noisy, chaotic night passed.

Vittorio forced his heavy eyelids open and rose from his Barracks.

As if yesterday's commotion had been an illusion, his Barracks was utterly silent.

-Rustle. Rustle.

He hadn't had the luxury of changing his clothes, so dust fell from his garments with every movement.

He stared blankly at the dirt trickling onto his cot, then left the Barracks without bothering to tidy himself...