The peddlers exchanged uncertain glances, each silently making sure that they had all heard the same thing.
They had completely expected that the dwarves would deny them entry to their kingdom—after all, in the thousands of years of history they had in this country, not a single human had ever been allowed to enter the walls of their kingdom.
However, they would have never expected that the reason why they were denied: not because of who they were, but because they didn't bear the Reborn company's emblem on their carriage.
"The Reborn company?" one of the peddlers repeated, scratching his ear as if to make sure that he was hearing right. "Good dwarf sir, did you say the Reborn company?"
The dwarf nodded his head confidently in return. "Yes. Unless you have the official emblem of the Reborn company, you can't enter these premises."
