Almost 3 centuries ago, the Dwarven King Stormhammer sent out many expeditions in search of new resources. One of those expeditions became the mining colony of Moradhim, nestled in the hills of the Serpent’s Spine. From there, the dwarves stay content harvesting the fruits of the mountains, apathetic to the Elven war that rages to the East. Dwarves appear to be small, burly humans. Of course, dwarves do not see their lack of physical height as a disadvantage. To them, it is simply the way of things. Besides, it is just as satisfying to break kneecaps as it is to break noses. Dwarves believe in many different things, and each is willing to die for their beliefs. One thing all dwarves share is a common belief in good, strong ale. It would not be strange to witness a dwarf in battle, a weapon in one hand and a frothing mug in the other. To better serve their dwarven patrons, taverns across the lands have specially constructed stools that can take a beating.