Once again the golden dwarf returns, this time with another letter of proposal. Once again he reads it aloud in his incredibly archaic dwarven, an accent so old one might find it carved into a rune in some ancient abandoned hall.
"To his majesty, King Moloch, first of his name, I, Thohed Obek of Clan Obek, do give greetings, and to his court and advisers I extend the same. I come before you on a matter of dwarven honor; for foul rumor, which runs like a bat in the caves, has flown to the ears of our people.
Higher upon the mountain, in the city of Krofburg, tremors have begun to effect these human folks, tremors that that similiarity to our own curse cannot be dismissed.
So i think to propose, for the sake of our honor, that it be investigated by those trusted to his majesty, whether or not these tremors may not be related to our own; if they are, I vouchsafe that our honor is at stake if we do not help to address this issue in fullness, for though we may bare this foul business with dwarven constitution and vigor, the humans are far frailer then we, and it would be truly dishonorable to allow our problems to become theirs through inaction.
-Signed,
Thohed Obek, Clan Obek, Third in line to the captaincy, Patroller of the long hall and deep road, and keeper of the keys of the sixth district of Balahron, Greatest City of the Deep Kingdom."