Deep within the bowels of the Earth, where sunlight ceases to exist, lies our realm of splendor. To some, our existence is whispered as myth, but here, amidst the flicker of torchlight, we revel in the fruits of our labor. The clank of steel upon stone, the sizzling of molten metal, and the camaraderie of fellow dwarves fills each day with purpose.
We have built a sanctuary, a testament to our ingenuity and willpower. Our hallowed halls glisten with gold and jeweled mosaics, a stark contrast to the barbarians dwelling above. But what do they truly understand of wealth? Not the trinkets adorning their fingers, but the fortunes buried in the heart of the mountain.
They call us slavers, but such a term misrepresents the truth. Ours is a partnership, born of mutual need. What would I be without the skilled hands of my kin, crafting treasures worthy of legend? And what would they be without the protection and prosperity I provide? Together, we rise, unstoppable as iron.
>Soulkyn