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Albiofer looks distrustingly at the friendly dwarves. "Friends of yours?"

Ulfren waves back. "We spoke to them before," he says, continuing across to the other side of the island and into the hallway.

"What exactly is our plan overall?" Hannibal watches the other dwarves with a perplexed gaze. "Is there a head to the snake we could cut off?" He asks optimistically.

"It might be this queen the elves have been talking about," says Ulfren. "But as far as a plan, we're sorta fumbling around in the dark. We have no idea what the drow have done to this place in the hundreds or thousands of years we've been away."

He pauses. "Oh yeah," he says, letting the weight of his words sink in, "we've been gone a long time."

Albiofer mutters a few choice words under his breath at the words from Ulfren. "Bah... So lets leave this place, and find out who'se in charge or what's going on here. I don't like taking on something I don't understand. Once we get the lay of the land, we can come back with allies and free these dwarves. I don't think they mind the captivity and based on how they're acting, I doubt we can trust them with weapons."

The logic of Albiofer's suggestion passes straight through Hannibal. He is still stuck on Ulfren's words. "Hundreds er thousands of years?" He repeats.

Hannibal steadies himself on a wall and clutches his chest. "My friends, my family..." He swallows hard, trying to recollect himself.

The bear begins to morph back into a dwarven woman with a hunched back, and says in a shrill voice, "Sorry, mister, for that loss. When you get to be as old as I am, you begin to accept the deaths of your loved ones as a part of life. Though I am aware that my words do not lessen the sting of it. Blessings and comfort upon you."

The old woman walks over with the aid of her walking stick, and rubs Hannibal’s back to comfort him.

"I think what is more of a shock is to see what sorts of technological enhancements have occurred since our internment in stone."

Hannibal nods at Frigga's words, thankful for the compassion. But she is right, it does not lessen the blow.
After a minute or two he says aloud "Don't worry," whipping sweat from his brow and straitening himself up, "I won't hold us back" His eyes are misty, but he marches on pushing his grief to the side for now.

Ulfren nods. He understands that the others will need time to come to grips with what has transpired. He continues north into the hallway and the doors immediately there.

Frigga joins Ulfren in the lead and whispers, "How have you been, young one? It’s been a while since you’ve visited my wilderness home."

"Aye," nods Ulfren. "Ever since King Axelforge gave word that we were to help the humans, we had to step up production of arms and armor in preparation for war. Even the frontier towns had quotas to meet, which kept us busy."

Ulfren continues forward, walking up to the two guards without hesitation. He strides with purpose, as though he's supposed to be there.

Hannibal is behind him, although markedly less confident. He is still wrestling with his realization somewhat and it is making him pay less attention.

Albiofer plays the timid dwarf and walks along with the group in the back, eyes partly downcast.

The old woman also strides forward, showing "exposed weakness" of the group, hoping that those fucking drow don’t know that we mean them harm.