"Father!"

Ferka shouted, bristling at Thorbar’s unexpected proposal of marriage.

It went without saying that marriage was the last thing on her mind. As the daughter of a Meister, Ferka aspired to become a great blacksmith like her father, Thorbar.

But marriage? And to the Slave Reaper, of all people?

It was absurd.

"No way, I don’t want that."

Karami felt the same way.

"Think it over. If you become my son-in-law, you’ll be recognized as one of the dwarves. Though you’re not a dwarf, it would grant you a minimum degree of legitimacy to access Magmar."

This shameless man.