As the darkness was banished, Rygus' sight disappeared for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the sudden infusion of light.
~By the stones...what is going on here?~
While the cavern was unfamiliar to him, the battle around him was all too clear to see. Kobolds scattered like ragdolls on the floor, their moving chests speaking to them being alive still, and two, make that one, gray dwarf in the midst of a dwarven warrior and his followers.
~Could it have moved me to another Hall? Could they be companions akin to King Bruenor's?~
While Rygus had nothing against the other races, he could not see what his fellow dwarves found so enchanting about them. Humans always seemed to be in a rush, elves never seemed to have the ability to focus on anything for long periods of time, gnomes were alright in small doses, and halflings could eat your larder empty in a week if you left them alone. Only dwarves seemed to be able to really understand the way things were meant to be, but even among the Fathers chosen people, they seemed more and more willing to
change.
Knowing that the dwarf would be able to answer his questions once the distractions were removed, Rygus lowered his visor and picked up his hammer.
~Time to remove the vermin from the mines...~
Walking towards the other dwarf, Rygus brought his hammer down upon the first creature he could.
[sblock=ooc]Not real picky here. Will either cave in a kobold skull, or the gray dwarf..

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