The stout guard captain grunted sharply, the sound echoing through the Crystalline Cavern, causing a line of dwarven guards to snap to attention!

Clan Leader Rodverg walked the line slowly eyeing each guard from under bushy red eyebrows. Their suits of invar full plate, each inlaid with a silver mining pick, and their polished invar-toed boots gleamed in the light of the potted toadstools lining the thoroughfare. As he passed, they all stared straight ahead, engraved mithril battle axes at their sides.

When he returned to the captain he gave a subtle grunt of approval before asking, "When?" The captain grumbled, "Figger a'fornight, sir. Jus a wee bit more trainin an they'll be ready." ending the sentence with a grunt of confirmation.

Clan Leader Rogverg grunted twice in short succession with a nod of approval then turned swiftly before striding with purpose to the Municipal Building. He had a meeting with some Gotronek stone carvers who were waiting in his office.

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