Brottor looks around. The spirits of the dwarves in the tavern are bleak. He rises and greets his fellow dwarf and the man who volunteered himself. “My name is Brottor Stonehammer, Goren, myself, and few others traveled here to meet up with volunteers from various Dwarven sects hoping to reclaim Iron Storm Mount. If your friends remains can be collected below I hope we find them. Master Zerul your help is most welcome as well. But know we march in Moradin’s name and to glorify Him.” Brottor steps toward the middle of the tavern floor. In a loud and confident voice he says “Brothers and sisters for to long we have let ourselves be deceived, tricked by a message we may not of even heard ourselves! We go about our daily business without regard to who we are. We are DWARVES!! We can not let the thoughts of greed and personal gain, poison us. We must take pride in who we are. What we were. We have forgotten our past and so we are forgotten by the future. But all is not lost we have HOPE!! But we must take it. If we are drowning we can not pass up a raft to save our lives and then blame The All Father when we drown. We must look for the signs he sends us and then take action in response to those signs. I have come that we may retake Iron Storm Mount and reclaim its glory. OUR GLORY, OUR PRIDE, OUR SALVATION!! If you join me I promise two things and two things only. One you face hardships your worst childhood nightmares could not fathom and two you gain favor in the eyes Moradin and know what it is to be a Dwarf. Who is with me?"