After walking for some time, they reached a giant archway with a staircase wider than fifteen men leading down into the mountain's depths. Dwarves covered in dust, dirt, and soot passed them on their way down.
"Ah, the Grand Steps of Reigarn. How long has it been, brother?" Kherim asked.
"Three decades?" Bherim said.
"I think it's closer to four."
"Excuse me, who or what is Reigarn?" Gerard asked.
"The first king of this country. He and his followers carved these stone steps themselves."
"That's incredible. Dwarven craftsmanship really does last thousands of years..."
"And don't you forget it, lad."
The air gradually grew more dense, and the light thinned the longer they descended. Gerard stepped off the last step to look at the expansive cavern, further than his eyes could see. The true city of Khazthorim.
