“Their furnaces had been cold for twice five centuries, but the rocks still bore traces of iron and gold left behind by the exhalation of their underground smelters, traces preserved and protected by the strange lichens I was careful not to touch with uncovered hands. To my expert eye the orientation of those lichens upon the rocks was a clear signpost revealing the location of the lost dwarven stronghold I had crossed these mountains to find so that I could claim their ancient weaponsmithies as my own.”
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