Beldin Brightaxe stomped up the stairs to the forge, little clouds of ore dust rising under his boots. He pushed open the great doors angrily and they slammed open. The noise was so great in the forge, with dwarves pounding, smelting, and running around that no one even noticed the sounds of the doors. Grumbling, Beldin looked around for his brother Beldas. It didn’t take long for him to find Beldas, as he stood in the center of the room at the great soulforge. Beldas stomped over to where his brother worked the forge. Looking up, Beldas finally noticed him and paused at his work. “Hail bhranha !”, Beldin just grumbled. Seeing how angry he was, Beldas offered him a smith hammer and motioned for him to take a seat at the anvil. Beldas stoked the bellows of the forge while Beldin hammered out his anger on the piece of ore. Eventually, after his anger had abated somewhat, Beldin cooled the ore and handed it to his brother. “Hrmm, Ah think Ah kin make a horseshoe oot ae it.” Said Beldas “Bah, yer thae smith. Ah jist get tae use yer creations.” Beldin stroked his axe. “So, whit’s troublin’ yer beard terday?” “It’s tha’ kruti orcling thae foolish folk ae Britain elected as their governor !” “Ahh, thae orcling ae Britain.” Beldas rubbed his leg, remembering old wounds. “Ah cannae fathom thae whit thae Brittanians were thinkin’ when they were votin’. Boot it’s been governor fer a while an’ Ah’ve nae heard a thing from Britain. Whit hus it doon now?” “Thae kruti hus banned all dwarf folk from Britain. An’ thae folk ae Britain are tae pay tribute, an’ it’s issued bounties fer thae manling savage folk.” “An how are yer supposed tae gae ter thae governor’s meeting? Hus thae manling king given yersael a separate entrance so yer donnae huv tae set foot in Britain?” “Nae tha’ Ah know.” Both were silent for a while, listening to the comforting sounds of the forge.