The Innkeeper

Chapter 1539  I need something made

Orin I of the Veevatil Mines, the first dwarf born in the Midnight realm, the Hammer Deity, walked into the Innkeepers office. Though the pressure outside the Innkeepers office was great - so great that Orin felt like the weight of the underground kingdom had been placed solely upon his shoulders - he did not stumble nor did he slow down.

From the very early days of the Midnight realm itself, Orin had forged and mined the very mountains storing Veevatil ore itself! What weight had he not borne? What pressure had he not tolerated? When had he let the pressures and burdens of the world dictate him? Even the Heavenly Tree, in its prime, could not dictate Orin's actions.

Of course, the Heavenly Tree and the Innkeeper were incomparable. Orin understood well that the pressure he felt was not a deterrent or some grand display by the Innkeeper. Instead, it was the Innkeepers mercy. By allowing his guests to overcome such an incredible hurdle, even if it was only a speck of his power, he made them feel like they had truly earned the right of an audience with the Innkeeper.

Such a feeling was very important. After all, if they did not feel like they earned the right of an audience, they may be overwhelmed by the grace of the Innkeeper meeting them. This was a burden of those in power - something he understood well, as the leader of an entire race.