There can be no doubt - they are now coming for us.
We cannot get out. There is nowhere to flee. Not one of us will be left to carry the tale to those we left behind. Not one of us will escape.
This we all know. This we all accept.
At least it is here. There is still dust from the quarry in my beard, in my nostrils, under my fingernails. I will not see its shining mithril walls again, but it is with me.
At least it is here, in the earth, surrounded by stone and rock. It is a fit place for a dwarf to meet his fate.
They are coming.
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