“TUSKA! TUSKA! TUSKA!” the dwarves cheered, as he marched towards them with his supplies.

“Long live the House of Vartoni!” cheered Ghae, and all the dwarves cheered along.

Tuska sighed, “Me and Katrimon shall go alone.”

The Dwarves gasped in shock.

“It is far too dangerous for all of you to come,” Tuska hung his head solemnly.

“But danger is the life of a dwarf…” Turug said, as the dwarves cheered “Aye!”

“No,” Tuska spoke sternly, “there are far too many of us here. It would be impossible not to make a sound.”

“Wh-what will become of us?” stuttered Ghae.

“Dwoga shall lead you,” replied Tuska, “when you hear the Dwarven horns, it will signify the return. An army of thousands of Dwarves will be charging into the fierce forests to execute Najaspelu!”

“It will be done, my lord,” Dwoga kneeled before Tuska on the ground, “Godd luck on your adventures! We await your wondrous return!”

“Aye,” the Dwarves cheered.

———

Many hours had passed since Katrimon and Tuska’s departure but the Dwarves were starting to get bored. They wanted to join their leader on his dangerous journey - and fight! Fighting is great fun to a Prythonic Dwaef. Why stay trapped in the small village of Kaltuwa, when they could be on a dangerous journey?

The dwarves grew restless, and Cluka capitalised on this. Cluka dreamed of being the leader of a great Dwarven empire, and uniting the Dwarven peoples. Cluka convinced the battle ready Dwarves to join him on his journey through the fierce forests of Najaspelu, and only Deoga refused. But Dwoga had no power, no more, and reluctantly joined them on their ill fated quest. While Dwoga feared a Dwarven massacre, the other Dwarves looked forwards to it. They wanted to fight.