"The king is here."
The voice was weak, lazy. It almost sounded like someone who had just woken up from a deep slumber.
And when the owner of that voice appeared in Rachel and Caliste's sight, the two of them couldn't help but frown at what they saw. The king of the dwarves, the past hero of the world, Thorin could barely even walk on his own, his back all hunched over.
'Is this really Thorin?' Caliste thought with almost pity. He looked on the verge of dying, which made sense since he was probably over 100 years old by now. Still, Caliste hadn't expected to see him in such a state.
Thorin walked up to his majestic throne, adorned in gold and gems, and sat down in it as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
The advisor immediately whispered in his ear. However, all he got in return was a wave of the king's hand, dismissing the advisor at once.
"Can I know your names?" he said with his very sick voice.
"My name is Rachel."
"Mine is Caliste."
