"This is it!" They stood in front of a statue.
It was a statue of a Dwarf. The most notable aspect of the statue is that it was crafted from pure platinum. The dwarf seemed to be holding a massive hammer, nearly two-thirds the size of his body.
"This is First Leader of our Clan. He is also the founder of our current home."
"To this day, we dwarves remember him in our heart and celebrate his birthday every single year." To the dwarves, this man was their idol. He was an idol of almost everyone within the dwarven clan.
"I don't want to sound rude, but how did he die?" Someone who planned all this must have been really strong and smart. But thinking that someone as brilliant and strong as him has passed away was truly shocking.
A part of him also wondered how the dwarves elders who built and ruled this place had perished.
How did this clan lose so much power?
