Arriving in Belgrath had been an event. The wandering little wolf had marveled at the ingenuity Dwarves of yore had constructed and how easily he could navigate the grand halls. Signs led to where ever one needed to go. It spoke of the talent the stout people held for efficiency
He would have...
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