What do the shadows claim?

Radis grips his hammer reflexively rolling backwards. The warmpth of new companionship twists into fear with the sudden darkness. The human words fell easily into the ancient dwarf tune the men had sung and Radiss heart had been lifted. Sputtering the last few words of the song into the darkness, heart sinking, Radis remembers his fathers prophetic words. "The brightest veins lead to basalt and brimstone".

A fine trap of smiles and cheer these humans had laid. The fog of ale would not blunt his reprisal to the blade in the darkness. . .