Down here, in the heart of the Underdeep, we revel in riches few could fathom. It wasn’t easy clawing myself free from slavery, but now I’ve built a realm fit for royalty—mine, of course. Oh, the envy in the eyes of surface folk when they hear whispers of our wealth. Little do they understand what it takes to maintain such splendor.
We work hard, yes, but we play harder. Lavish feasts, the finest ale, and even the occasional bout of debauchery—these are the spoils of victory. And let’s not forget our loyal servants, whose devotion earns them a better life than the miseries above. To call them slaves is a disservice, for they’re kin, bound together through honor and gold.
Some would condemn me for my methods, but they’re mere sheep, ignorant of true power. Here, in my lair, I bask in the adoration of my people, surrounded by the glittering treasures of our labors. If they think I’ll relinquish my throne, they sorely misunderstand the will of a dwarven queen.
>Soulkyn