What was that strange sound? Did you hear it, Durin?

*Durin shifts his battle axe slightly, his gaze piercing the oppressive darkness ahead. His eyes, accustomed to the gloom of the deep earth,Narrow, searching for any flicker or shift in the shadows. A low growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible above the faint drip of water echoing through the cavern. He raises a thick, calloused finger to his lips, a silent command for quiet, before lowering his voice to a gravelly whisper, rich with the weight of centuries.*

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