Brasslances shall be the name of our new home.
We dwarves of the Sorcerous Mirrors have faith in our heritage and the strength of our hands. Our ambition and our love for our ancestors drive us to this place, away from the rigid, proud halls of our our peers, to show them what customs of ours still hold worth, and what our people are truly capable of.
Here we take with us a pair of the fine alpaca, loveliest of beasts, to start a herd of our own in this alpine valley. The trees are thick, stout with lumber and heavy with food. We will raise our picks to the mountain slope, and our voices to the sound of the lovely ulåb – we may be leaving behind our familiar places and ways, but we cannot live without our favorite instrument.
