The one last dwarven trading post in the entire north, delayed by a beast that has made the town its home, that is why the Sellswords made their way towards the town of Hvaldir. Even standing on the ridge bordering the mining settlement of Hvaldir gave one thoughts of great admiration, the town itself was hewn from the very stones in the ground, its beautiful, and yet simple structures reminded Duridain of home. The dwarvish mercenary glanced across the expanse of the town, his gaze lingering on the tall pillar that was the tavern, named the Drums of War it caught everyone's eye. There was but one blemish in this beautiful sight, a foul creature called an Arachas, an insectile predator of great power nested in the central mine that the town had built upon. Duridain hoisted his war-axe while silently sneaking towards the town, not wanting to wake the beast from its deep slumber. Off to the side of the quarry that was Hvaldir, another figure paced towards the edge of the ridge, this one an elf named Elenoth. Elenoth drew back his long-bow putting the sight on the tip of the monster's pincer, hoping to perhaps stall its rampage when Duridain charged in, all the while watching his dwarf comrade for the signal.