Hail weary traveller, share a drink with me. Looks like ye can use something strong. You come here often? I cant recall I'd seen your handsome face here before. Aye, I can share a tale, if you want.
Surely you have heard about our ancient halls in the mountains, aye Moria or dwarrowdelf some call it. It was almost one year ago when they left you see, to Moria that is. Hilfar and a whole pack of our kind. Wagons full of supplies, a mining expedition to seek that what was lost. A metal lighter and stronger ever found beneath the soil. You know of what I speak? Aye, mithril.
Not much was heard of them ever since, until recently. One of them miners made it back in one piece and had quite a tale I tell ye. For months they searched for lodes beneath the Redhorn. But they were not alone, no they were not indeed. Orcs, goblins by the thousands. Many had died, sadly. But they found it! What? Why mithril of course! And not just a flake, no a single column of it, can you imagine how that would look like?
Hmm, but they could not long enjoy their discovery. Hilfar went mad they say, gold sickness or in this case that be mithril sickness. Shaming himself before his kin, it could happen to the best among my kin. That was not all, no the king lay claim on their find and send the lot of them to some forgotten mining camp in Angmar! Cruel fate, eh? But Hilfar didnt go they say, last time he was seen he was still hugging that mithril column. Im afraid thats where my tale ends, it is likely he meet his end there. But who knows? He may yet turn up, Mahal will it.
You must leave? So soon? Nah, one more drink, surely you have a tale for me?
((were you the one talking to this dwarf? Feel free to respond and share a tale ;) ))
