Gerard and Delilah walked hand in hand through the winding underground streets of Khazthorim. The hovering fire elemental by their side bathed the streets and alleys in a warm glow. The dwarven inhabitants, going about their daily routines, paused momentarily to gaze in awe at the remarkable sight before them.
Gerard watched the wide-eyed expressions of wonder and reverence on the faces of the dwarves. The dwarven children, with their rosy cheeks, braided hair, and occasional sprout of facial hair, watched them excitedly. They pointed at the radiant being that lit up their small world, their tiny fingers unable to contain their excitement.
