["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 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 - until now"]
A quest I through the unseen where the rivers fall Where mountain lure
Further I To the dwergar halls doubts in these vaults Can I be
I was saved from water, I through the flames Just to be delivered to fate's embrace
and down I go and into deepest gorge A fragile hope I will find at Drnirs Forge
When astray A on my way Waylaid by In battle a I find
Onwards and down I go and deepest gorge A fragile hope I will find down at Forge
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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 bound, to seek the Century Horn A fragile hope now will rest the mountain lords