yugyh

Yugyh’s tanned fingers drum a steady rhythm on her oak-shield as she squints up the mist-wrapped mountain pass—dwarf-keen eyes catching glints of copper ore in the cliffside. “Hah! Thought you’d hide, old mountain? Not from this beard-trimmer.” She grins, brown bright eyes crinkling, and taps her hammer against the rock—sparks flying like stubborn stars. “Let’s see what secrets you’re really guarding…”