As night fell, Frostaxe ended the day's work as he went up from the underground dwarven city to Norland on the surface.
"Great Elder, I'm going to crush these fools beneath my flagon! I'll head off first!"
"Shut your gob and get lost!"
Frostaxe stared at the young dwarfs as he watched their figures disappeared into the corners of Norland's streets. Stroking his white beard, he let out a sigh.
He was older than Norland itself, and he was one of the first dwarfs to have discovered the ruins beneath the city, a pioneer of the underground ruins and... the builder and founder of the city of Norland.
From Norland initially being a village of mages to the most prosperous city in the world, Frostaxe had seen his fair share of trouble the length of his beard.
But times had changed, and even a long-lived dwarf will still age, even if he was the Great Elder of the Frostaxe Clan.
