Azkar hummed a quiet tune as he walked down the tunnel maze at a relaxed pace, it was a tune that always crept up on his mind and Azkar was not even sure where or when he had first heard it.
Azkar would not ponder over it now, he had already tried that and failed terribly, he just could not recall how he had come to know the tune or why he liked it so.
The inner citadel was a maze like city, linked to hundreds of tunnels that led to different outlets all throughout the stronghold.
This made for easy relocations of the adamantium ore before the dragons could even catch wind of it.
The dwarves had made good use of the last few decades since their great defeat at the hands of the dragons and Azkar was willing to commend on that.
It had taken months for Azkar to even familiarize himself with the layout of these tunnels, especially those that were linked directly to the dwarf king's abode.
