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Chapter 2 - Part 5
The dwarves maintained a sizeable district in Seaward, and existed on good terms with the lowlanders that dominated the city. Despite the friendly relationship, they were still an insular and suspicious folk, and rarely dealt with outsiders. Needless to say earning their trust would be difficult but not outside the realm of reason.
The sloping organic architecture, an influence of the druids, gave way to functional structures, which were low and squat and hewn of thick stone. The walls of the structures were decorated with engravings and dwarven text, etched directly into the stone. No surface was left bare and flat; each had a story carefully etched into the stone and marble that made up the dwarven district. The sounds of forges and metal upon metal rang in the ears of the trio as some dwarves stopped to glance at the strangers in their midst.
Thane glanced nervously Dais, “So what is the plan?”
“We ask a dwarf if he can direct us to the sage Lain was ranting about earlier,” the soldier replied with a shrug.
“I was ranting about, oh I believe I did not want to even be here,” she replied in Anderlar, “but to answer your question we need to find Ravnar Ironborn, if anyone would have any answers it would be him. Probably the oldest dwarf in this whole city.”
Dais nodded and turned to a passing dwarf maiden, “Excuse me,” speaking the Common tongue, “we are looking for Ravnar Ironborn, perhaps you have heard of him?”
The dwarf sighed, shifting her weight to one foot and folding her thick arms across her bosom, “Master Ironborn is not accepting guests, stranger. You would best be going your way, he is quite busy.”
Thane responded, “Well perhaps you know of someone that would have some knowledge into dwarven artifacts, besides Master Ironborn?”
“And why are you so interested in the affairs of we dwarves, hmm?” she replied dubiously. Lain just gave her companions a look of ‘I told you so’.
“Well we sort of tumbled upon a mystery and we were hoping to find some help,” Dais swallowed hard, not used to trying to be devious.
“Well Master Ironborn is busy, besides you folks is not welcome in these parts, especially with the murder of Lord Ironroot by a Greenfalls assassin,” she spat out the last bit, “treachery like that is not easily forgotten.”
“The Greenfalls House? But that does not make sense; they have had a long-standing agreement with the dwarf merchants of Aradath for decades. Are you sure about this?” Lain questioned.
“A Greenfalls dagger was found in Lord Ironroot’s corpse, it does not get much guiltier then that,” the dwarf maiden replied with a saddened look. She clenched her fist, “They stole a precious object from him as well, the bastards!”
“Where can we find Lord Ironroot?” Dais replied quickly.
“At the temple of Moridrin, under the care of a Diamond Guard and several soldiers, so if you are planning any mischief-”
“No mischief I swear, I think we can help,” Dais replied with his usual earnest look.
Lain raised a brow, but said nothing glancing to Thane, who simply shrugged. The dwarf maiden looked at each face, finally settling on Dais, “Alright, if you really want to help, then follow me. But if you make me regret this, Moridrin help you!”
The dwarves maintained a sizeable district in Seaward, and existed on good terms with the lowlanders that dominated the city. Despite the friendly relationship, they were still an insular and suspicious folk, and rarely dealt with outsiders. Needless to say earning their trust would be difficult but not outside the realm of reason.
The sloping organic architecture, an influence of the druids, gave way to functional structures, which were low and squat and hewn of thick stone. The walls of the structures were decorated with engravings and dwarven text, etched directly into the stone. No surface was left bare and flat; each had a story carefully etched into the stone and marble that made up the dwarven district. The sounds of forges and metal upon metal rang in the ears of the trio as some dwarves stopped to glance at the strangers in their midst.
Thane glanced nervously Dais, “So what is the plan?”
“We ask a dwarf if he can direct us to the sage Lain was ranting about earlier,” the soldier replied with a shrug.
“I was ranting about, oh I believe I did not want to even be here,” she replied in Anderlar, “but to answer your question we need to find Ravnar Ironborn, if anyone would have any answers it would be him. Probably the oldest dwarf in this whole city.”
Dais nodded and turned to a passing dwarf maiden, “Excuse me,” speaking the Common tongue, “we are looking for Ravnar Ironborn, perhaps you have heard of him?”
The dwarf sighed, shifting her weight to one foot and folding her thick arms across her bosom, “Master Ironborn is not accepting guests, stranger. You would best be going your way, he is quite busy.”
Thane responded, “Well perhaps you know of someone that would have some knowledge into dwarven artifacts, besides Master Ironborn?”
“And why are you so interested in the affairs of we dwarves, hmm?” she replied dubiously. Lain just gave her companions a look of ‘I told you so’.
“Well we sort of tumbled upon a mystery and we were hoping to find some help,” Dais swallowed hard, not used to trying to be devious.
“Well Master Ironborn is busy, besides you folks is not welcome in these parts, especially with the murder of Lord Ironroot by a Greenfalls assassin,” she spat out the last bit, “treachery like that is not easily forgotten.”
“The Greenfalls House? But that does not make sense; they have had a long-standing agreement with the dwarf merchants of Aradath for decades. Are you sure about this?” Lain questioned.
“A Greenfalls dagger was found in Lord Ironroot’s corpse, it does not get much guiltier then that,” the dwarf maiden replied with a saddened look. She clenched her fist, “They stole a precious object from him as well, the bastards!”
“Where can we find Lord Ironroot?” Dais replied quickly.
“At the temple of Moridrin, under the care of a Diamond Guard and several soldiers, so if you are planning any mischief-”
“No mischief I swear, I think we can help,” Dais replied with his usual earnest look.
Lain raised a brow, but said nothing glancing to Thane, who simply shrugged. The dwarf maiden looked at each face, finally settling on Dais, “Alright, if you really want to help, then follow me. But if you make me regret this, Moridrin help you!”