Role

Chapter 6

Juhldalor arrived at the Hammer once again, bringing a supply
of dark dwarven ale to the masons in the vast cavern. The barmaid
in the hammer useless by the fact she doesn't even serve ale.

"HAR dare lads eh! Makin use er mehself ere bringing yer a
bit er gud dark ale ere eh!" Juhldalor yelled into the cavern.

He watched as the Masons worked their craft, smoothing and carving
the figures out of the stone.

Juhldalor walked over to one of the stalagmites and placed his hands
on it's rough surface. Moving his hands over it's stoney face he
could feel the strength within the earth, and within his mind an
image could be seen of what was within the stone.

"HAR dare eh!" He yelled as he shook his head, the fires within his
heart exploding through his chest. "Fargin ell dare eh Biddy, Fargin ell"
He said to himself.

Juhldalar walked over near the gravel pit and plopped himself down,
drinking his ale and watching the masters of the paragon work their craft.
He smiled abit to himself and felt comforted by their tireless energy.

He thought of the biddy, and what they would talk about next they
saw each others... And what they would have on hand to drink...