"I wish that dwarf would find what he's looking for," the kender muttered.

Idly, the dwarf found himself thinking: this might once have been a trade road.

Even the dwarf, who was used to such things, found this an unnerving place.

The dwarf had chased some memory to the scene and found it one with all his recollections of the former age.

The dwarf protested, but found himself talking to the Swordbearer's back.

We must reach it before the dwarves find our trail.

But if he and the dwarves have found danger, then they could surely use our help.

"A rolling dwarf may always find a place to sleep," she explains.

The dwarf would not find the surface ever again.

Still, in that chorus, both dwarves found a bit of hope.