* Word reaches Kobal in his private chambers at the Runic Anvil, deep below great Mount Norand. Kobal receives the message stoically, but as soon as the messenger has left, a small smile appears on his lips.
He goes to a weapon rack above the fireplace and carefully takes down a worn and battered, blunted axe. He caresses the hilt as he whispers to himself. *
A worthy oponent has once more emerged and both the Father and the Great Gold will meet It head one...
... no dwarf will want to miss that!