[Arvedui III]

Gromfelt was still shaking the black blood off his axe when the party was rushed inside. Bali and his brother talked, then the group dispersed, bound for the fortifications or the top of the mountain, or simple to wander it's halls before the battle to come.
Gromfelt headed for the armories, a bit anxious, but glad he was home again. He steped in, and a blast of heat greeted him. They're working to the last to get ready. he thought, and it was again driven home it him that the mountain he called home was about to be under attack.

A small dwarf came to the door and abruptly shut it in his face. Gromfelt chuckled, and opened the door again. "Hullo Bifin. Sorry if I made it a bit drafty." the small dwarf turned, "Grom," he said, surprised. "What are you doing here?" "Oh, nothing much. Just planing to fight a huge army of orcs and hope I don't get killed." said Gromfelt, grinning. "Got bored again?" Bifin said. "Yep. Say, is your father about?" "Nope, try the battlements." and the dwarf returned to his work. "Thanks, I will." and Grom left.

It's good to be back. he thought as he headed for the battlements. The sky was grey when he came to them. As he looked out it seemed like a thin black line was forming on the horizon. A wind blew, and below him a bird sang. The clam before the storm, he thought. Gromfelt sighed. It was good to be back, but this was going to be long day.