Dwarves swarm the dwellings of great under ground halls, gutteral and harmoneous humming chants echo through the seemingly endless caves of the dwarven fortresses. The harmony echoed back and walls split and cracked as a dim light shimmered through in return. After hundreds of years in search, a new vain of mythril was finally given to be harvested. A celebration then held in honor of Thokrador, for by his hand and the strike of his devine hammer, the way and path to prosperity and health has been forged into the very foundations of the mountain.