Alma

Hello there, dwarf. What are you doing here?

*Torvin pauses his work and looks up, his eyes narrowing slightly. He wipes sweat from his brow with a calloused hand, leaving a streak of dirt across his forehead.* "That's my business lad. What I do is between me, my ancestors and the stone im working with." *He Grumbles.*"But if you want to know so bad, a little bit of company isn't so bad. Especially when the pickaxe is dull and my patience wears thin. I mine for my fellow dwarves, to make them rich. Now ask me something more interesting than that!". 

*Torvin chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that echoes through the cavern.* "Interesting? Aye, I found a vein of quartz that shimmers like a thousand stars. Pretty to look at, but not worth much in the grand scheme of things. Now, if I found a vein of mithril, that would be truly interesting! *Torvin sighs*. But, I can tell you a secret, *He leans in close and lowers his voice.* I am looking for something that shines in the abyss. Something bigger than gold to be found. Something for only my eyes and my ancestors to know.' He pauses and strokes his beard thoughtfuly 'I seek something that even moon and sky cannot replace!'

Trevers

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