Elyandarin

Ben looked around. Then up and down. Then in a few other directions not normally accessible to humans. "So is something different today, or is it just me?", the wizard finally ventured. "What're ya on about now?", Hook returned testily. The dwarf was busily making preparations for a campfire, splinting wood for kindling. It was, Ben sometimes reflected, as if dwarves felt embarrassed to acknowledge the existence of magic. They had excellent mages, true, but what they usually did was enchant existing tools, or make feats of engineering cheaper and faster than was usually possible. No self-respecting dwarf would establish a two-way perman...