There is a Dwarf saying that says "prepare for the worst and live a peaceful life", and nothing could better describe all the preparations that an ancient city like Maravar had made over all those years to prevent possible invasions from the underdark.
Really, the only reason the city had been razed in my prophetic dream was, on the one hand, that the bulk of the dwarven army was not in the city, and on the other hand, the overwhelming number of forces of the enemy army.
But now we were not in that situation; not only the army of that dwarf kingdom had arrived at the fortress city, but also the reinforcements of dwarves from other kingdoms, elves, the unbearable gnomes and us players.
To say that everything that could be prepared was being done was to say an understatement, However, we had no time to lose; if we wanted to fulfill the plan, we had to get to the cave as soon as possible.
"Are you sure about this?"
