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My brother's always been the insolent sort. Right of the firstborn, he'd claim as he dove headfirst into battle. This Hollow Hall taunts him, and emboldened by his entourage, I fear he's to rebuke its mockery.

Alas, he's chosen to drag himself and his troops into the shadowed caverns... while I'm left to await his return with bated breath.

I've gathered my men; rowdy sorts with a dire need for coins in their pockets. Their loyalty is paid for, but there's no telling how the dungeons may test this bond.

There's no time to waste. Berhtolf may already be held at a sword's edge, or buried beneath ice and rubble.

Every minute counts.

Lando Dimweald