The Red Claw Dwarves conversed amongst themselves.

"I can't believe we lost him!"

"We were so close, but it just had to be near the door."

"Damn it, we have to find a way to break through that door. Then, we'll be able to go straight to their village!"

"Our blacksmiths have tried their best, but they all failed. It'll be tough."

"But it looks like Lord Orgon hasn't forsaken us. A short while ago, the Lava Tribe got themselves a powerful ally, but Lord Orgon has sent us some help too." The dwarf pointed at an individual within the crowd.

The individual had half-curly hair, and looked quite meek. There was a bow strapped to the human's back too.

"Yeah. He's extremely strong."

"He also brought a powerful wyvern with him."

Gyaa.

There was a giant, black armored wyvern standing beside him. For some reason, looking at the wyvern would grip one's heart in fright. 

It was Sephiro and Waryong.

"Is there anything you need me to do?" Sephiro asked.

"Not yet. Our scouts haven't found any members of the Lava Tribe either."

"I see." Sephiro softly stroked Waryong's exposed skin.

That day...

The dwarves which had set off to hunt the Lava Tribe came back empty-handed. They hadn't been able to find any Lava Demons, and had come back...