"I'm sorry for disturbing you." Gnarl said, looking around at the 8 young adults. "But the humans, dwarves, halflings and elves have begun to, once again, defy us. With your father... away on business, It is up to you to make them fear us again. Giblet has been holding gifts from your mothers in the armory."

The mentioned minion smithy waved from one of the downward staircases. "This way." he said, disappearing down the staircase.

Luna looked around with a sigh before punching a nearby pillar. Wordlessly, she followed Giblet towards where the forges had once been.