“Forget it,” the dwarf said.
“But… all that gold!”
The dwarf pointed his axe towards the ruins. “Do you see all those bones? They were after the gold too. There’s not enough gold in the world to make me go up against that thing. It’s about risk versus reward.” As if to reinforce his point, a distant growl came from deep within the fallen castle.
“Well, we’re going with or without you,” the hero said smugly.
“Good for you. I’ll remember you on your birthdays. .”
“Coward,” spat the warlock.
“Call me that all you want, Elf, if you survive.”
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