Racing across the steamy hot springs and flats had worked Dale into a salty lather. On the short rise into the mining out-post of Gabilshathûr, horse and rider flew. Rannie was preparing with the warriors and hunters at Búth Luikh and warning the tale tellers and tradition keepers at Búth Sánkhas of the onslaught. Other members of the Seven were in the region, preparing, but Cynraede would need more. He would need all capable hands in the area, willing or not, ready for war. Sybri thought of the pocket of hidden dwarves.
In the past, she had befriended the miners as she did oft times with many others. Being the capable hunter, she would trade meat, sinew, feathers and hides with many of the Free Peoples, including the miners of Gabilshathûr. Trading provided a modest income but more importantly it was a source of friendships, information and trust for Sybri and that served the Order very well.
The dwarf mining-outpost of Gabilshathûr was unwisely founded shortly before revival of the powers of Angmar. Now these poor souls were trapped, holding out against hope that they could survive or be rescued before the stench of Angmar reached them. This would be no easy task to convince them to come out of hiding and instead of swinging at rock and stone, to use their picks and shovels against the forces of the Witch King.
