The Arena

The palace of the Sorcerer Dranax didn't have a fancy interior nor was it lavishly decorated but rather the walls were adorned with golems in different shapes and sizes.

They stood like guardians serving as deterrent force intimidating anyone who visits.

This was the main reason that the halflings revered, feared, and obeyed Dranax.

The Boss Halfling was led on the side palace where there was a path to the underground research laboratory Dranax personally owned.

They rode the lift and dropped in the base floor where the lounge was. It was a simple 50 square feet space with metal stools and sofas with the table in the middle.

The Boss Halfling never wanted to be here because the temperature in the Dranax's workshop was overbearing. Trickles of sweats already formed on his forehead and his back. 

"Please take a sit." The mage Halfling said before closing the door.