"Sire!" A dwarf with a grey beard said as he approached King Bargrux. "This city is called Vjern. It seems to be under the rule of a Jarl loyal to Lord Exile's enemies. Our scouts have confirmed a newly built temple near the castle. What are your orders?"
"Hmph," Bargrux grunted as he gazed upon his mighty army. "What else? We attack! Sound the horns!"
A few minutes passed before the sound of the dwarven war horns filled the mountains and forest. 'This should be entertaining.' Bargrux thought as he patted the head of his Vledrin Mountain Goat steed. The beast was as large as a pony and outfitted in the finest dwarven armour. 'Let's go, Bdrum!'
