Gerard, Bherim, and Kherim walked through the grand halls of the royal building, their footsteps echoing against the ornate stone walls.
Magnificent tapestries adorned the walls. They depicted scenes of dwarven craftsmanship, mining expeditions, and the forging of legendary weapons. Each tapestry told a tale of the dwarven spirit, their unwavering determination, and their deep connection to the earth.
As they approached Gorin's quarters, the dwarven brothers straightened their backs and breathed deeply. The doors to his chambers stood tall and sturdy, engraved with symbols of dwarven lineage and strength. They swung open, revealing a room warmed by a welcoming hearth.
Gorin, with his wise eyes and greying beard, awaited their arrival. The scents of aged parchment and burning candles filled the room. Shelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes and scrolls, testaments to the vast wisdom passed down through generations.
