The dwarf leaned forward, placing both his stubby hands flat on the wooden table, his smug grin returning like an old friend. "We leave in two days," he said with finality, his thick accent rough around the edges. "That should give yeh enough time to prepare. You'll need it."
"Two days?" Jason echoed, raising an eyebrow. "To get ready for what exactly?"
The dwarf chuckled and pulled out a worn piece of parchment from inside his coat, slapping it on the table. "A journey across harsh lands, unpredictable territories, and possibly hostile territories. We're traveling halfway across the damn world, lads—and lasses. This ain't no walk through the woods."
The room went quiet as his words settled over the group like a heavy fog.
