The hall fell silent as the dwarf floated in front of them, commanding attention.
"You all lack manners and respect, but not all of you," Durin Stonehelm said sternly, his face intimidating the crowd.
"Elder Durin, perhaps you should let them be," Iorin chuckled nervously, causing tension in the room.
"Now, if a group accepts you, you can join them, but you will be under their leadership. Your killing scores are important, so have fun and be serious." Durin said his face wasn't lively.
At that moment, Amana playfully raised her finger once more, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips.
"Please, Lady Amana, speak your mind," Durin encouraged her.
With a glint of curiosity in her eyes, she posed a question that had been lingering in her mind, "What happens in this realm when someone meets their demise? Do they truly perish?"