Leader of Dwarfs

An ornate gold label read :

Mordant Financial Services: Make Stoners the Goblin Way!

Broot pushed in the door that creaked just before reaching its breadth. Inside a goblin sat in his executive chair reclined back, legs over the table. The office was not a shabby affair likes of which flanked the Kayfaith alley. Its furnishings were rich and opulent that shone off the glow of the nautilus shell chandelier. The gold and black of the thick carpet glowed in the soft pink light. On the wall behind the table hung a huge portrait of him shaking hands with another man with long black hairs and a beard that had a streak of silver running down the chin. Below the frame was a brass plate saying ‘Mr. Mordant, Director M/S Mordant Financial Services with the Twentieth Prime Minister of Annicet Land Mr. Pious Simmons.’

The Minister in the portrait looked uncomfortable like trying to hide himself but a greedy looking Mordant pulled him forward with a wide grin. The chairs in the room were exquisitely carved out of a wood that had a sweet and creamy aroma.

The overall impact of the room was that of a royal chamber with the Goblin as the reigning prince.

But the goblin was ugly.

His head was squat and a slight divide in the skull made him look like a dragon’s head stitched unceremoniously to the body of a dwarf. His complexion was as brown as a nut, his skin tough in texture and coarse to look at. A golden tooth peeked from inside the thick heavy lips under a nose that looked like a flared-up firework.

Broot took his hat down and arched forward in greeting. A soft ‘master’ escaped his lips and Mordant looked up from his copy of the dawn.

“I read about your men’s little adventure in the papers” Mordant sighed and blinked at Broot.

“Forgive me, master. They acted foolish. I should have know. They were foolish.”

“Foolish?” Mordant said slowly. He didn’t scream yet Broot flinched and looked at his feet.

“ You know, that is the flaw with dwarfs. You know the word is insulting yet you use it for your kind.” Broot’s eyes widened as he looked up at Mordant. Mordant threw away the news paper on his desk and continued in a low voice, “you chose those two over mine and now you complain that they were just foolish?”

“I no longer wish to restraint ‘him’. Kane Morgan is a clever demilien. Sooner or later he will figure out what we are after. Once he knows he’ll do everything to stop us”

Mordant put his hands on the desk and stared intently at the opposite wall with unfocused eyes and a stiff mouth for a whole minute. Finally he shook his head and turned towards Broot.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“And what should I do?”

“Continue with your activism. Do not ease the pressure on the Ministry. Remember what you are and whom you are fighting for. Remember how the demiliens eradicated your history and forced terror on your kind just like they did the Goblins. The Goblins fought back but the dwarfs couldn’t. The dwarfs lacked a leader and look at what happened to them. You are the Leader of the dwarfs! For thousands of years of Dwarf history no one has ever taken a stand. Except you Broot.”

Broot’s eyes flodded with tears.

“Thank you master” He stammered.

“I don’t want you to owe me anything. I’m not a demilien and you are no more a slave.” Mordant said “You are fighting for your rights. Remember!.”

Tears swarmed down his face.

He screeched “Victory to the dwarfs” with a first to his heart.