"Baziral," Malgrim Copperbeard called, pointing to the plump Dwarf. "Writ their names in the Damaz Kron." Not to record a grudge, but oaths to fulfill. The yellow bearded Dwarf immediately began to scribble on the archaic tome as if he was powered by an engine of steam. Malgrim nodded and then placed his thick fingers together as he contemplated. As all Dawi know, it takes a solemn moment to speak further of matters of import. 

"As you all know, King Belegar Ironhammer has been at war in Karak Eight Peaks for many years, fighting for his birthright, long may he reign." The Dwarf Lord intoned. His guards banged their axes upon their shields thrice. "However, we have recently discovered tunnels of the Underway that connect the mightiest of Holds to Ekrund. The most Honorable High King, Thorgrim Grudgebearer-" the guards banged their shields once more. "-has gathered what throngs he can, for an assault upon the lost hold of Ekrund is imminent. We will not be part of it..." 

He took a strong grip of his throne, and slow, steady step after steady step, the longbeard making it to his feet. He seemed to be between the age of the longbeard and the elder, the breaking point between the strong Dwarf body and the deterioration that occurs rapidly with Dawi when they sufficiently age. He seemed older than the stone around him. "We go by another road..." he said. "We go underground. We move south by the coast, until we reach the surrounding peaks of Ekrund. There is a secret way within." 

He motioned for the scholar to produce the map. The yellow beard reached into his robes to produce a scroll lined with Khazalid and a map of the badlands. There was a low thrum of power from when it was gripped. "All who wish to stay, we can mark your name out of the Dumaz Kron, though I will require 20 gold coins for wasting my time in recompense." 
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