Grathurtorm shoulders his maul and then looks around the stone corridors. His eyes retain their ferocity, but it is clear to his companions that he is growing weary. If this isn’t one of those treacherous vipers, where are they? I have a promise to keep. Grathurtorm turns and lets his gaze fall on Lozhen, Siythe and Victor. Have we stopped their ritual or whatever it was? I fear that if we fail in here, the battle will be lost.
We are in the mountain that was being used as a Titanforge? I’m trying to remember what our specific goal here was.