"Why are the two of you at my front door? And why in the world did you smash it in?!" Colin said, glancing over at his wooden door.
To be honest, the only thing stopping him from cursing them out was a sliver of self-control he liked to call "a Mage's decorum."
The top hinge of the wooden door had been torn from the frame, and the door was now leaning against it like an unlucky soul who'd had a leg chopped off.
"Er... sorry about that, Colin," Donkexes chuckled awkwardly. "We mainly came to deliver the finished Dragonbone Longsword. Orelia hasn't been by to train with us recently, and we have no idea where Kase has run off to, so we asked Dorn and tracked you down."
"Then we heard some strange noises coming from inside the room, and I thought you were getting robbed," Langgrin said with a cheeky grin. "Good thing it wasn't a pickpocket, though."
"Instead, two Dwarf bandits popped out," Colin said.
