Quarry sped along the tunnels as fast as his short legs would carry him. His brown, bushy beard kept flying into his face and obscuring his vision, but the Dwarvyki needed to hear what he had to say, and soon.

He wore a mail shirt and rough brown pants, leather boots on his feet. His hair was close cropped and he carried the bag of a messenger, for that was what he was. He was short, a solid 4"5', but then again, all Dwarves were short. He was actually considered tall among his people.

He had a particularly important message to convey at the moment. Something his ears had picked up while on the surface. Just a whispered, urgent message, but information nonetheless.

He hurried into a chamber full of yelling and bustle of the excavators and civilians of Anora.

Anora was the city he had just entered. Caves and tunnels swooped up the walls, a lot like the city's Dragons built back before the war.

He allowed himself a small smile, of course, the only reason that the Dragons built their cities like theirs was because of the Dwarves. All the design plans had been slightly modified to form the main Dragon city, Kragon. The Dwarves weren't mad about that, in fact, they were prideful that the Dragons liked their designs.

He hurried through the crowd of Dwarves, exchanging several greetings on the way. He hadn't been back to the almost endless tunnel system of Anora for several weeks now.

He stomped over to a slightly larger tunnel opening with a large stone pickaxe protruding from the wall above it, and went inside, passing stocky, armored guards at the entrance.

Inside, it was filled with torches and leading up to the thrones were more stone pickaxes rising from the floor.

He went up to the thrones and sank to his knees, pushing his hands out in front of him, his fingers curling down.

"Quarry," Dwarvin Ruby said in the dwarf language. Dwarvin basically meant Queen, in the crude human language.

"Rise," Dwarvos Quartite said, Dwarvos meant King.

Quarry did as he was told and rose to face the Dwarvyki. The thrones were connected by just a curving slab of stone, so the rulers could easily touch elbows at will, and they did often, for that was affection in the dwarf race. The rest of the conjoined throne was pure obsidian and rose high into the chamber.

"I have an important message to deliver," Quarry said, "About our allies."

Both Dwarvyki lean forward in their chairs.

"We haven't heard from our allies in quite a time," Dwarvin Ruby said, "What have they to say?"

"They would like us to know that it may be almost time." He said, "They say that the other side is weakened, that they have lost a link in their chain, and that they will soon be ready to attack and end this war for good."

The Dwarvyki's faces hardened, closing off their real emotions from him. They glanced at each other and came to a silent decision.

"Tell them," Dwarvos Quartite said, "That they are not alone, we will help cast our enemies to the ground, and that the war should be over within the year."

Dwarvin Ruby smiled in agreement. "Yes," she said, "They wont suspect a thing."

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