Start

Securing his pack, Roland falls in behind the others, where he can keep an eye out for any threats that may be trailing the group.

Jeurgen looks skyward for a moment then breaks out into song (Credit goes to ChatGPT!)

We are the dwarves of the mountain
We love to dig and mine
We don't care for the sun or the moon
We only care for gold and wine

We march along with our axes
We sing our merry song
We don't fear any dragons
We just make them sing along

We are the dwarves of the mountain
We have no need for elves or men
We only need our beards and ale
And our loyal dwarven friends