I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Strange happenings always meant danger, and the old Warlord was of the mind that he should be the one in risk of consequences, before the younger generations. So he made his way to the shimmering shore about which there were rumours flying amok.


He arrived to see wolves and other critters digging, and sniffed about the territory for the moment. Yes, whatever was happening it did seem to be underground. With a groan to his old bones, he started to dig. Letting his paws touch the earth, and toss the excess behind him. It had been a long time since he had simply dug a hole.