Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Beneath the Cold, Cold Ground

His was an inhospitable soul, and the old dwarf left all behind and wandered into the high mountains where stood the lonely peak of Iseldrim. There he hid his treasure in a deep hold. There it lies, lost, in the valley that bears his name. ~The World of Aihrde

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