If we do not show them that there are dwarves willing to die for what is theirs, this filth, these orcs and trolls and creatures unspeakable will ooze out from under the mountain and despoil that which is most precious to us.
They will not have the chance to do so; not while I stand. They will not set one foot in that glade.
I shall hold the memory of that bright sacred place in my mind when I raise my axe; that is what I shall fight to defend.
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