["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 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 Deep where the fall Where dwellers lure
Further I To find the halls doubts in vaults forlorn Can I be
I was saved water, I walked through the flames Just to be delivered to dark embrace
Onwards and down I go and into gorge A fragile hope I find down at Drnirs Forge
When astray A on my way Waylaid by In a friend I find
Onwards and down I go and into deepest A hope I will find down at Drnirs Forge
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Onwards again we go, this not on my own and scorn for man we found at Drnir's Throne And so highland bound, to the Century Horn A fragile hope now rest upon the mountain lords