["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 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 - until now"]
A quest I pass the unseen Deep the rivers fall Where dwellers lure
Further I To find the dwergar doubts in vaults forlorn Can I be
I was from water, I walked through the flames Just to be to fate's dark embrace
Onwards and down I go and into gorge A hope I will find down at Drnirs Forge
When wholly A on my way Waylaid by In a friend I find
Onwards and down I go and into deepest A fragile hope I will find down at Forge
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Onwards again we go, time not on my own Indifference and scorn for man we at Drnir's Throne And so highland bound, to seek the Horn A fragile hope now will rest the mountain lords