Putting the blade into your bag doesn't seem to quiet the little quips in the back of your head.
You approach the door with the crown, pushing lightly. It slides backwards effortlessly and slides into the floor soundlessly. In the room beyond is a statuesque dwarf, one that stands taller than any human you've met, clearly one meant to be a hero. A suit of plate armor covers the figure, a crown atop his head, a warhammer held aloft in one hand with a scepter in the other.
There is an etched platinum plate on the base of the statue, it reads "Lorgear Plateforge, Lord of the Long Reaches".