In another corner of the castle, the silent Wolfram had his room. It was quite a comforting room, at least to him. Crystals of all sorts of color were embedded in the walls, and the room was deep enough to profit off of the toasty warmth of the underworld. He was just sitting in a corner of the room, reading a book. "100 ways to torment people with molten metal" it was called. It had been a personal recommendation from gnarl to someone with his specific preferences.

Then, the silence was broken by a minion. "Metallic master!" he shouted. "You are requested by the old one". Wolfram sighed deeply. What did the old geezer want now? If it werent for the fact he organized all the tedious parts of managing the castle, wolfram would have made a silver sculpture out of the bastard already. "Right" He simply said. He stood up, took his hammer out of the weapon rack, and threw his book at the minion to place back in the bookshelf. He left the brown looking somewhat hopeless, as the book belonged on the top shelf.

He stepped forth up the stairs, and up the stairs... and up some more... He quite liked his deep room, but the stair climbing was one maddeningly tedious downside to it. He would really have to look for a solution to that problem sometime... perhaps he could chain some minions to a quant-looking box suspended in a shaft... what did the dwarves call that recent invention... a lift? He would have to get Gnarl on it sometime.

Soon, he came upon the throne room. He siad nothing to announce his presence, but his arrival was quite hard to miss between the clanking of his armor and the uncaring manner with which he threw open the door.