feed me halldor-1
So, we escaped a whole tribe of angry Troglodytes. Turns out, the power of Halldór’s axe doesn’t actually make him a king. The only choice we have is to flee into the keep of the Swirfneblin. Or so we think, at least.
We manage to collapse the corridor behind us. No way out that way. Point of no return. Well, with angry troglodytes behind us, we couldn’t have gone that way in any case.
We reach a door and peer inside. A well-lit room with a treasure chest? Of course that screams “trap. The door has been sealed by the power of the dwarven king, and since Halldór still believes himself to be just this king, and with the authority of his artiface axe, he unlocks the door and …