["The Dwarves of Drnir's Forge was once a primitive people, carving out a meager existence among the natural caves of the Mithril Mountains. The hero-king Drnir challenged the very Gods by stealing the secret of fire from their greedy clutches. Such was the fury of the Gods that the Dwarves dared not venture out from their caves and tunnels for a thousand years, and fueled by the might of fire, they dug ever deeper, into the very roots of the earth. Even though Dwarves can now be found across the realms, they very rarely interfere with the dealings of men and elves. And in the vaults of Drnir's forge, no elven song, nor human speech is ever heard - now"]
A quest I through the unseen where the rivers fall Where dwellers lure
Further I To find the halls doubts in these forlorn Can I be
I was saved from water, I walked the flames Just to be delivered to fate's dark
Onwards and down I go and into gorge A fragile hope I will find at Drnirs Forge
When wholly A on my way by netherkind In battle a friend I
Onwards and down I go and deepest gorge A fragile hope I will find down at Drnirs
Holmlid]
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Onwards again we go, this not on my own Indifference and for man we found at Drnir's Throne And so highland bound, to the Century Horn A hope now will rest upon the mountain lords