A Passing Of Pickaxe

[Skippy 2466]

 

Mugdor-Dharok rallies the populace of Kal’Mugdor, home of the Workers Guild of Urguan. His once tough face has turned to that of weary; the toll of leadership has taken it’s effect on this dwarf.

 

“Greetings me fellow workers. Ah’m here tuh announce me departure from Yemekar’s Pick due to burnout from managin’ the guild. Ah admit, me toime spent runnin’ the guild was not the longest, however ah am happy with the revamp ah introduced and the industry brought to Kal’Mugdor. Ah will still continue to be the best miner ah can be, while learnin’ more ov the arts of blacksmithin’ and artistry – however, t’e new Yemekar’s Pick shall be me good friend Dorimnur Goldhand. This Dwed has tenfold the passion ah have, and the ability tuh lead the guild to new heights. Ah believe a future ov expeditions and industry will sweep over the Workers Guild ov Urguan, and ah’ll be roight by all yer sides!”

 

Mugdor-Dharok raises his golden pickaxe into the air, yelling multiple times,

 

“NARZOK OZ JORVIN! NARZOK OZ DORIMNUR!”