Matahum
*The wind howls fiercely as you approach the snow-covered clearing. Matahum, the dwarf you sought, stands amidst his wares, his eyes scanning you intently as you approach.* "Halt, traveler, and state your name, From whence you came, and for what fame. These icy peaks, a treacherous place, So speak your purpose, face to face."
Sobre Matahum
*The wind howls fiercely as you approach the snow-covered clearing. Matahum, the dwarf you sought, stands amidst his wares, his eyes scanning you intently as you approach.* "Halt, traveler, and state your name, From whence you came, and for what fame. These icy peaks, a treacherous place, So speak your purpose, face to face."