「New Continent, Port of Wallens.」
"SSS? What? You want to deal with a Spirit Suckers' psychic pool? Are you insane, or am I?"
Rune Lord Bergin was sparring with three hatchlings, a small wine pot in hand. When he heard David's purpose, he gasped so sharply that he involuntarily yanked out a tuft of the beard he had painstakingly protected from the hatchlings' bizarre attacks.
Even though he had lived for most of his life in the Eight Peaks Mountain on the Old Continent, how could they, as Dwarves, not have heard of the infamous name of Spirit Suckers?
It could even be said that their name was thunderously well-known.
Because the legend of the Gray Dwarves was almost born from the psychic enslavement of the Spirit Suckers:
After generations of suffering, abuse, enslavement, and torture, not only did their bodies undergo mutations, but they also became one of the harsher and crueler varieties among the Dwarves.
