Mood: Sturdy hands mine precious gems and gold inside the fire-lit forge under the mountain. Long hair, braided beard, and craftsmanship to last through the ages. Smells Like: Earthy smoke, sandalwood, leather, musk & amber. ---------- “Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.” Deep within the mountains, the sound of gruff male voices chanting and singing in unison can be heard from afar. Fire pits blaze, buckets of water hiss and molten metals glow orange and white with heat as ores are processed and weaponry is crafted. Wooden carts rattle along battered tracks at breakneck speed, overflowing with raw materials, while bearded folk of short stature smash pickaxes into rock and heave heavy goods into woven sacks.