A Dwarven Descent

[Epicethan4 271]

A Dwarven Descent

 

*Click Click Click*

 

The tools chipped away

 

*Click Click Click*

To find what is there

*Click Click Click*

But what might be found

*Click Click Click*

 

Might bring only despair

 

THUD

 

Lurdoic awoke in a daze. He seldom slept much, drawn awake by paranoia brought on by the war and the troubles of parenthood. Existing in a turbulent and feverish state brought on by advanced insomnia. Nevertheless, he would fail to enjoy the small bits of sleep that he was graced with, plagued by worries that infested themselves into his mind and dreams. What forced him into wakefulness now was the running of another Dwarf, and the sound of his voice…. Obok Metaldrinks

 

The two had frequently worked together in recent times, so the appearance of the Dwedmer brought no surprise to Lurdoic. After a brief conversation, Obok requested to meet in a more private area to discuss essential matters that had been brought to his attention.

 

Lurdoic accepted this, leading Obok into a more private accommodation. There, Obok placed two large maps upon the meeting room table. One weathered and worn, and one fairly maintained. Lurdoic leaned over the table. “Where did yeh foind tis?”  Lurdoic inquired, raising his remaining eye to make the gaze of the other Dwedmer. Obok responded in turn. “I was 'anded t'e maps by t'e Arc'eologist we saved from t'e bandits some years ago. Expeditions tae t'ese places will likely be required.”

 

Lurdoic nodded in turn. To a Dwarf, curiosity and greed are often intertwined in one's desires. His exhausted face revealed a slight grin, a rare occurrence for the plainly expressed Dwedmer. The descent into the depths would continue once more, Lurdoic now knew this as his eyes remained fixated upon what was clearly on both maps. A simple mark, a simple discovery, a simple Red X.