Weed gave a long cough as a Dwarf.
And he walked toward the direction of the targeted Dwarf village.
Being a short legged Dwarf, the center of gravity that came along with it made it very easy, but with every step taken, he was panting at a lot of spot during the distance traveled.
Nevertheless, Weed diligently moved with each step while being lost in thoughts.
“This time, what should the Dwarf’s name be, hmm?”
In his head, several names flashed by.
Just as Orc karichwi, he needed a name that leaves a strong impression.
“Art Hand. This is a name that can express the delicate world of art.”