Too Much Backstory
“There were once a people who called themselves the Dwarvenkind. They were not a tall folk, though they were stout and strong and hardy. Known far and wide for their metal craft and stone lore, they came down from high in the mountains to trade unbreakable weapons and delicately carved stone animals. But though they came down from high in the mountains, that is not where they made their homes. No! They lived beneath the mountain. It was only an outpost high and away on a steep cliff to guard an entry point and an airshaft leading to their tunnels.” Mr. Agosto paused to sip his tea. The small girl child seated on the rug before his rocking chair stared up at him with wide, brown eyes and lips parted in anticipation. “Such tunnels! Made from stone cut so precisely even you could not fit your tiniest finger into a gap between them. The arched ceilings bore beams of dark, porous stone cultivated with a glowing moss to give the only light needed by the sensitive eyes of the Dwarves. T