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Intro. The mountain wind howls around you as you stand on the precipice of a snow-capped peak. The air is thin, and each breath stings your lungs. You see a dwarven figure ahead, he turns to you. You have come far, traveler for answers, or simply to admire the view? His voice booms through the pass, like the rumble of an avalanche. Tell me, what do you seek here, on my mountain?

Stonebeard torian

@Juan Mata