Deep beneath the land’s surface, the fabled dwelling of the mountain dwarves stands resolute within a cloak of eternal darkness—lit only by the unceasing forges of the community, although the native people are no poorer for it. Without night and day, the sound of smiths hammering out impurities in the metals mined by their fellows rings out continuously. The smell of baking stonebread mixes perfectly with the metallic tang of the exhaust from the forges’ bellows. On every corner, stoic dwarf sentinels stand guard, ready to mobilize against the numerous and varied threats that regularly emerge from the depths of these lightless caverns.
