>>6154692Rumors:
Meanwhile, within the halls of Thul-Garuhm, quiet whispers rippled among the nobility and the commonfolk alike as they drank away their aches in the afternoon . Some speculated that the increasing demand for charcoal hinted at a future surge in weapon-making—a sign of preparing for war or grand expansions. Others murmured about Dummuli of Clan Ovak’s recent elevation to oversee Virn-Urdor, wondering if he would channel the new resources into strengthening the old hold’s defenses or if he would use it to further his fellow kin. While whispers drifted through the lantern-lit taverns and shadowed streets of Virn-Garuhm. Some claimed that deep under the newly planned roads, a hidden cavern hums with ancient lullabies only the stone can sing. Others swear they caught sight of tiny wisps of light dancing atop the woodpiles near the charcoal kiln at midnight, or that strange footprints—too large for a dwarf, too neat for a beast—marred the dust of abandoned halls. A sleepy apprentice insists he woke once to glowing runes no one had chiseled, fading as he blinked the dreams from his eyes.
