Luke had barely finished his sentence when a group of one hundred Krogers appeared through the gap.
To the human eye, the Kroger race appeared to be about half the height of an average adult human, their builds incredibly dense and wide. They had wide eyes, thick beards, and long hair that ended up in different coloured strands.
"Oh, they are dwarves!" Elena exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with a sudden, misplaced affection. She was visibly resisting the urge to run over and hug the chubby fellows or play with their round cheeks. To her, they looked like something out of a storybook, but John knew better.
He could tell that their chubby appearance was actually the result of an incredibly dense, excessive muscular build, packed into a compact frame designed for high labour and combat.
