A frail old Dwarf sat by a wall of Khaz'A'Den'Trumm, day dreaming, but soon awoke to the sound of a large explosion of energy nearby. He slowly opened his eyes and looks to the source of the sound to see three Dwarves on the floor of the hall. He slowly got up, and, gold staff in hand, approached the three. As the three stood up and recovered from the shock that they had moments ago, only one of them caught the eye of the old Dwarf.
He squinted at all three, but turned his focus to Thyrm, he spoke weakly "Thyrm...?"