[h1][center][b]Banard[/b][/center][/h1]

[i]To his left a trio of dwarves hammered away at a wall. A very nice vein of mythril being revealed strike by strike. To his right the team leader and seven other rookies marked out part of the wall for a mining charge explosion for later. The old dwarf gruffly telling the seven young beardlings how this was going to go and detailing their individual jobs during the operation. Further to his right and left Banard could hear the strike of pick-axes, and the laughter and voices of the rest of the fifty dwarf team of deep miners working away.

Banard smiled and lifted his pick-axe again and with a grunt he brought it down. The light is ruddy right now. Orange and smoky from the lamps each dwarf wore on their helmets, burning a mix of oil and wax that is slow burning, but sheds weak light. So when his pick strikes the wall and a blaze of light flares out he shields his eyes briefly. But the call down down the shaft, "A heart of the Mountain!" Banard looks at the large head sized blue-white crystal with an internal white fire sticking into the wall. Banard gasps, "Beautiful..." Then the crystal spoke.

"So bright...Banard...can you hear me?"[/i]

Banard came awake. Laying on his back. He coughed and groaned then remember what they had been doing he almost kips to his feet. His axe in hand and he gropes for his tankard that had fallen near by. He looks about rubbing at his eyes to clear them of the blurriness of having been knocked out? Had he been knocked out? He shakes his head. Then takes a good look around, "Where the feck are we?" He growls out, and looks around the clearing. His eyes spotting Wender first. Remembering him from earlier, "The plant lad? What the hells? What's going on?" He spots the others next.

Banard takes a moment before sliding his axe away figuring they're safe for now. He sniffs, "We better get them up out of the wet." He takes a step forward and his legs protest. He growls, "Fecking! I'm [i]Dawi[/i]! Stone Folk!" He takes another step forward and sighs, "Come on then lad, grab one or two, then let's move them to high ground of some sort. That or start slapping them." He stops though as he spots the being with the wings, "What in the actual feck is going on here? Better yet, where the hells are we?" It finally hitting the dwarf that something is really off.