drakes

Nan Amlug East was a long vale that bordered on the foothills of Angmar. A land of rolling hills and thick forested groves, it was home to many a warg pack and herds of aurochs. But there were other inhabitants too, one of whom had given the area its name. 

The wind howled viciously through the cracked and crumbled landscape, it was stark and cold, the air constantly bleak and foul steams stinking of sulfur burst out of the ground at irregular times. A troop of dwarves were sitting on the side of a large stark hill, huddled as they protected themselves from the cold by constantly rubbing their chests and legs, they were a hardy looking sort and they better would be for this was the Withered Heath, north of the Grey Mountains.