The spirits of the group were high now, two of the three dragons they sought after had been found and awakened.  Not even the current downpour could cool the fire that burned in their chests.  They had left their companion, Formeathan, the great red dragon behind so not to frighten anyone they wished to get information from.  But with this heavy rain, Garalt had begun to wish the dragon was with them.
    "You know," Alyia squinted over to Garalt, shielding her eyes from the heavy rain falling upon her, "Formeathan would be able to stop this easily."
    "Yes, but think about it," Garalt replied, "not only would the rain suddenly stopping look really odd, he's probably really enjoying it.  This thunderstorm probably makes him like a fish back in the water."
    "Well I sure hope this is the place we're looking for Garalt," Alyia said, looking in front of them, "I don't want to repeat what happened in that last town."  Garalt and Alyia looked back at Demonclaw who just smiled and shrugged at them.  Garalt smiled and shook his head.
    "At least I was able to get Greylen that leather backpack!" Demonclaw defended himself, "his book would be waterlogged by now without it!  So what if that woman didn't like the look of my money..."
    "Dwarves..." Swift-Strike called out.

    "What?" Garalt called back over the rain.

    "This castle they sent us to, it was built by dwarves."  Swift-Strike replied.
    "I've never met dwarves before," Garalt looked back up to the castle.  It was an imposing structure, large towers overlooked the front gate, which was protected by a heavy port-cullis.  
    "Dwarves aren't as bad to deal with as elves are," Drakon smirked back at the group, "They're much more easy to deal with as long as they can profit from it."
    "A little like goblins then," Alyia replied.
    "No, not at all," Drakon looked back, "Dwarves are much more clean and kind hearted.  Just because they look for profit doesn't mean they don't have compassion.  Though they do keep to themselves when treasure is involved."
    "We may not be dealing with dwarves here," Garn called up from the back of the group.
    "How can you be sure?" Drakon called back.
    "Look around!" Garn shouted to the group over the rain, "Dwarves like to build their castles in mountains, or in a rocky pass, not in the middle of a meadow!"  Garalt looked about.  It was impossible to see far with the rain, but it sure was obvious that the ground around the castle was as flat as it could be.  Garalt began to shiver, he could feel the moisture leaking into his clothes from everywhere.  He knew there was no longer a dry spot anywhere on his body.