Several Dwarves lifted their wine skins and shouted loudly: "For the glory of the Ancient Gods."
Then everyone drank heartily, except for the captain at the forefront, who took a sip and frowned as he surveyed the surroundings. However, he quickly gathered his thoughts and said loudly: "Our good days are finally coming. Once we secure our foothold in the surface world, we will have endless Gold Coins and inexhaustible fine wine."
"Heh heh, the captain is right. Under the guidance of the great Ancient Gods and our wise Marshal, how could those feeble surface dwellers stand a chance against us? Only when they venture deeply into our city will they realize that they are entering a place more terrifying than hell itself."
