Kalda led Saren and Kaisen into the village Darkashan, Kalda's home. The village was made up of small huts and sat over a rich mine, which its dwarf citizens took advantage of by selling the rare metals for profit. Therefore, they were the richest dwarf city other than Keldagrim, which was underground nearby.
Kalda entered a large house in the center of the village. "Father!" she called out as she entered. An older, rough-looking male dwarf came out of another room. "Kalda?" he asked, stunned. "Oh thank Guthix!" He hugged her as tears of joy ran down his face. "When I heard that the trolls took you, I never thought I'd ever see you again."
"You wouldn't have, Father, if it hadn't been for these brave adventurers." The old dwarf looked at them, sizing them up.
"Thank you both, for the services you did for my family and my village. You allowed me to see my daughter again. What names do you go by?"
"Saren," said Saren, obviously.
"Kaisen," said Kaisen.
"I am Ronakal, chief miner of this village. Please, stay for dinner. It's the least you deserve for your heroism." Saren and Kaisen would have refused, but the thought of food was too overpowering after their long trip.
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