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- The dwarves are no longer here to share their history. This used to be dwarven territory, until they disappeared underground a couple centuries ago. All we have left is what they abandoned in these caves.
- What happened to the dwarves?
- Okay. Good-bye.
- In 1072 AE, there was a civil war between the Deldrimor dwarves, who were favorable toward other races, and the dwarves of the Stone Summit, who felt other races were inferior and should be dominated.
- What's so important about these particular caves?
- I get the point.
- With help from humans, the Deldrimor defeated the Stone Summit and forced them into exile. They moved through these passes, and some of the Stone Summit called these caves their homes.
- Wounded Hunter
- Wounded Hunter
- Okay. I'll hide nearby. If I see if trouble, I'll head in.
- Skulking is what you do best. Still, be careful.
- Do I know you? You should keep moving, stranger.
- What? Oh! Of course. My mistake.
- Press those ears to the door, boss, and let's find out that password!
- I've been waiting all day for this!
- Me, too!
- Let's go. Sicaea's got this covered. Tribune Desertgrave will expect a report.
- Right. Let's move out.
- Get 'em!
- Woohoo! It's sneaking time! What?
- Your enthusiasm's good, but the volume is bad. Just be careful, Dinky.
- Oh, boss! Sorry. There was this ladybug, see, and I was... No, no problem. I'm on it now. Promise!
- Stay on task, Dinky. I need you ready.
- The door! The door! Is it saying anything?
- I'll see what I can hear.
- Kill those guys!
- That was awesome! I can't wait to see the look on Tribune Desertgrave's face when we tell her about the ladybug! I mean...the mission.
- No! I won't let them hurt you!
- Let's get 'em, Dinky!
- I'll be hiding over there. One sign of trouble, and I'll hose this place down with damage.
- Sounds good. Be careful.
- Isn't talking to me a little against that whole "hiding" plan, boss?
- Whoops! My mistake.
- Get on your task! The door! Listen at the door!
- Scorch the Flame Legion! Blast and burn them!
- It's a start!
- Good work. Let's get out of here. Sicaea can clean this up.
- Right. Move out. We should report to Tribune Desertgrave.
- We'll slaughter the lot of them!
- Yeah, we will!
- It's smart for you be the one hiding. I don't think even Sicaea's skill could keep people from looking at my handsome face.
- You're a pillar of humility, Maverick.
- I know I'm hard to ignore, boss, but you don't know me. Right?
- Whoops! Right.
- That was fun! Did you see how heroic I looked? Hey, aren't you supposed to be doing something?
- Oh! Listen at the door. Right.
- Like a thunderbolt!
- Murderfy 'em!
- Once again, the heroes triumph. Leave that. Sicaea will clean up. Let's go brag to the Tribune!
- Get out of my city, filth!