Berhtolf and Lando Dimweald

​The Halls have beckoned me for a long time. I've ignored their call in ages past, but now, I stand emboldened by the men behind me. Valiant, undaunted soldiers armed to the teeth. They said they'd follow me anywhere, into any dark, any depth.

​This cursed sanctuary shan't taint our peaks any longer. Do not fret, Brother. If we fall, we fall together.

​I plan to return at first light - Should the sun rise without me, send aid.

​Berhtolf, Firstborn of the Dimwealds

​My brother's always been the insolent sort. Right of the firstborn, he'd claim as he dove headfirst into battle. This Hollow Hall taunts him, and emboldened by his entourage, I fear he's to rebuke its mockery.

​Alas, he's chosen to drag himself and his troops into the shadowed caverns... while I'm left to await his return with bated breath. ​I've gathered my men; rowdy sorts with a dire need for coins in their pockets. Their loyalty is paid for, but there's no telling how the dungeons may test this bond.

​There's no time to waste. Berhtolf may already be held at a sword's edge, or buried beneath ice and rubble.

​Every minute counts. ​Lando Dimweald

​Every deep breath we take stains the frigid air in a shimmering dust. ​The sound of cracking follows us wherever we set foot. Visions of misery and loss send a chill down my spine. Each step forward is akin to leaping into ruin, and yet, we press on.

​Berhtolf may still be holding out, awaiting our aid, somewhere behind the waves of foes and the crystal confines. Or he might be long gone.

​My one assurance is that we're on the right track. Footprints and bones mark the path of those who tread here before us. I pray that the fractures in the ice ahead do not lead us astray.

​Lando Dimweald

​No help has arrived ​Without it, we are defenseless

​There are too many of them, but we can't retreat ​Scout says the passage collapsed ​No way out ​Only forward, into the trap... the maw of the beast

​Lando, forgive me ​I never meant for things to end this way

​Berhtolf